The Last of the Angels: Angel Undone
In the end the Angel folded her wings
and let her body fall through the cold air toward cruel stone
till at last she sparks and catches flame and crashes down into a turbulent sea
hair ablaze shedding burning feathers the color of a thousand sunsets
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