The Fallen Angel Poem by Yasmin Hemmat

In chambers deep, where darkness writhe and creep,
I dwell, a specter, in sorrow steeped.
A fallen angel, once bathed in heavenly light,
Now I roam the earth, a creature of the night.

With wings of ebony, and heart of lead,
I wander 'midst the tombs of the dead.
Banished from realms where seraphs sing,
I haunt the darkness with a mournful wing.

My halo shattered, my spirit torn,
I mourn the paradise forever forlorn.
Betrayed by love, by trust betrayed,
I seek solace beneath the moon's soft cascade.

No relief found in the realms above,
Nor in the arms of mortal love.
In crypts and catacombs, I find my reprieve,
Where echoes of despair forever weave.

I am the fallen angel who resides in sorrow's silent reign,
A melody of anguish, echoing in pain.
In every rustle of the night's cold breath,
Beauty fades, consumed by the shadow of death.