Fallen

I'm numbered among the fallen I fell along side so many other stars. Only to be forgotten, but tell me, was it his back that turned or ours? I gaze down at the shadow cast by my wings. Only remnants now left tattered and torn. Unable to lift body or soul, they look all the years that they've worn. Stranded here for lifetimes, Too numerous to recall. Tis' the mystery of paradox, to rise because of fall! An angels mistakes are never erased. The FLAW within perfection. Ah blessed be your gift of death, and all who find redemption.