Literature
Archraindrop
You fall, as Lucifer fell, from the heavens above, and
Plunge, in cold flame, towards this mortal land below
How will you stop yourself from falling in ruins
Where will you land in these unwelcoming arms of mother earth
Will you fold those gracefully blackened wings of yours and
Embrace this heartless soul
How will you survive this virtueless land that is
Wrought with a corruption more
Blasphemous than that of the Archangel
Yet the questions matter not, as
Land, you
Must, because you have
Fallen.
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I see you now, clinging desperately to the
Edge of this window out from which I stare.
Your forlorn eyes find my