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The Fallen One

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Introduction: Beware of beautiful gifts that look too good to be true.

She knelt before me on the old faded carpet
with large wings on her back as dark as pitch
loose feathers danced in the light breeze
as the thin white curtains gently billowed around her.

Her features remained hidden in the shadows
her long silver hair tumbling down
my eyes roamed over her perfect body wondering,
what secrets does she keep?

Her beauty was unsurpassed by anything on earth
I saw the sweet face of an angel as she lifted her head
finally, our eyes met and time stood still
while all the horrors of the universe were revealed to me.

Not an angel at all, but one of the fallen
with one look she stopped my heart cold
passing on the fear and agony no mere mortal can contain…
I heard myself scream as I descended into the dark.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Sometimes a story of mine will be written in free verse form but not really a poem. These words came to me when I saw this animated GIF. They say “a picture’s worth a thousand words,” or something like that. I wrote a poem about who “They” are if you want to read it. They.

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Without Wings

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Introduction: We don’t always get what we want but existence has a way of surprising us.

I have done the unthinkable. I have done the one thing that no angel should do! I have fallen in love with a mortal and tried to be with him but they have found out and it’s time for my punishment.

I don’t let out a sound when the other’s strip me of my wings. I hear their music but can’t feel the joy anymore. It was once beautiful to me and even now my body aches for it and my mind wanders as I feel them pulling at me.

I once saw a boy pull the wings off a common housefly; first one wing and then the other as the fly squirmed in his dirty fingers. I watched the tiny carcass become still as the boy smiled, obviously pleased with himself.

I am brought back to another more ominous sound. My wings, now detached and battered fall to the floor with an ungodly racket! I feel my flesh crawl and call out to them but it’s too late. I am alone.

I am bleeding profusely now it won’t take long. I smell the sticky slippery liquid as it pools everywhere. Even now I am healing for this is not the end for me it’s the beginning of a new life. Soon I will be by his side.

Now the lesson begins as I become like him, to live as he does by the fruits of this earthly realm. I will never hear the joyous music of my race or feel the ultimate love of my lord again! No matter! I am in love with a man and now I can have him.

My new emotions feel suffocating and these clothes are confining! The ground is hard and cold under my bare feet. I suddenly felt such an urgent need I can’t quite describe.

In unfamiliar desperation, I run on shaking untested legs to see my lover for the first time as a mortal and now my equal. I remember his muscled body and fine brown hair. Surely he will fill me with new music and happiness when now we meet now.

He is in the fields when I approach with his brown back to the sun. I am blinded for moments until he comes into my full view. Look how he stands there with his arms outstretched as he sees me, but wait!

His face is turning into a hideous mask as I gasp, accompanied by a grotesque organic body. I smell an unfamiliar smell that’s coming from him and he fills me with absolute repulsion as I am taken aback by this change.

Without thinking I prepare for his embrace but quickly grab the knife from his belt stabbing him through the heart. He is still reaching for me and I can see the confusion and pain in his eyes as he slumps to the ground.

I crouch down and gaze at his eyes but still can’t recognize him as he slowly bleeds out into the dirt. I stand up to brush the dirt off and take another look but all I see is a disgusting lump of mortal flesh.

Confused, yet strangely satisfied as I stand there I am confronted by a black-robed figure. He motions to me and as I look down I am in a black robe. He hands me a sickle and it feels good in my hands.

I swing it in a wide arch as it glistens and sings to me! It’s a much louder music and I hear the mortal’s heart beats in it and around it. The music and feelings fill me with an even greater joy as I realize I will live forever and I revel in it.

My hearing acute I listen as one heartbeat stands out more; a little louder compared to the rest and I have no doubt about what I must do next. Instinctively, I fly on the wind without wings to seek out that heartbeat and use my beloved sickle, for I am death.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Written about this artwork I found on a search. The picture spoke to me it’s really something else. Looks very painful!