I have witnessed many things. An angel falling is one of them. It was incredible. So I decided to put what I saw into this prose....
An Angel Falls.
The Angel stands high above
Looking down.
He is a Warrior.
He waits a moment.
An eternity lived in a moment…
A moment lasting an eternity.
Born in Light.
Forged in Flame.
Battle-Driven in Darkness.
Always Battle-Ready…
…Always Battle-Ready…
…Always Battle-Ready.
He stretches his wings broadly
And inspects them solemnly.
They used to shine
Brighter than the sun.
Now they are tarnished
And dingy from war.
He puts his hand on his chest
And feels…
Nothing.
He smiles slightly…
Not one of amusement
But of chagrin.
He stretches his arms upward…
With fists clenched intensely
And Roars with A Rage
That vibrates the sky.
And then…
Silence.
He furls his wings…
He takes a step…
And Falls.
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