The Fallen One

• Caitlin Bugeja, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

The silvery light, Lits a sight,
Of beautiful wings,But somethings not right,
The gunmetal feathers are ragged and wrought,
With a twisted voice that brakes the dark,
A voice that is scarce, A voice that is hurt,
A voice that can give you so much hope,
But for this voice in particular,
It is given and brought,
With words that are manipulated and a fraud,
One little angel, That fell too hard,
Is given a heap and not let back up,
Deeper and deeper it began to dive,
Until it could see no light,
The angel became cold and prelude,
As it fell in a heap, Not able to move,
Sick and tired, Of the wrath that surrounds it,
Trying to seek for help, But receives emptiness,
Just brakes it's soul,
And it's love until no more.