Fallen Angel
She contemplates a crimson rose
And mused on how she'd been consumed.
How she fell, fell from grace
When once just as this rose, she bloomed.
One of the chosen ones,
Her end, it came too soon.
Her curiosity had led her here,
To the waiting arms of doom.
The dark side, it held her rapt
It caught her in it's spell.
She reached out just to touch it,
But reached too far, and fell.
Entry for Fallen Angel contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo. 7/8/2017
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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