Fallen Angel, a poem written by Barbara Avon at Spillwords.com

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

written by: Barbara Avon


Why don’t you come to me, Serafina?
Swaddle me within your wing.
I long to wear it like a serape,
To oust the fiend,
Who avowed a love, so pure.

Tarnished halo,
Driven mad by a wanton woman.
Ardor has seeped from his heart, like
Soulful excrement.

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