Fallen Angel Poem by Nightshade Starlight

From the skies,
She falls.
From heaven to earth,
What could she have done
To make the ultimate price?
From the clouds she decends,
On broken tattered wings.
Her halo of gold,
No longer apon her head.
Her pure white wings tainted.
What could she have done,
To decend from the greatest of place?
She lands on the ground
Broken and scarred.
Her wings becoming black like ash,
And falling apart.
In terrible pain she cries,
For her wounds go deeper than shown.
She falls on her knees as
Her wings disntagrate.
Tell me Fallen Angel,
What have you done,
To fall from heaven?