28 December 2012
Silver spherical teardrops, fall like rain to the ground; The angels gentle heart beats, create a subtle thunderous sound.
Their precious pearlescent wings, flap delicately in the clouds; Creating a tender tempest, a fallen heart to shroud.
Pale grey eyes warmly weep, the passing of their kind; A divine waterfall of sorrow, silver streaks intertwined.
An angel has fallen, passed away in the timeless night; As a mark of respect, they shoot silver streaks of electrifying light.
You may think its just a passing storm, that animates your dull day; But an angels desolate heartache, is shown in this way.
Fallen Hearts • Opuss № I