Fallen angel

t's bright up here,

Almost like the sun, but no heat.

It's cool, flying I mean.

The wings are great; it's the only way to get around,

For if you walk on the clouds,

You fall,

Wait.

I am falling!

What's happened?

My wings, they're gone!

The light it's gone!

Everything it's all gone!

Wait.

No it's coming back,

But, there's heat,

That's different.

The fire that's different.

The faces even those are different.,

Everything is just terrible.

Here, I have horns,

There is no food here.

But that doesn't matter, I belong here.

Now I am, and always will be,

A fallen angel.