In the fables In the tales  Their beauty unsurpassed Ivory feathers serve as wings  Gliding higher Surveying our earth beneath  How we longed to fly  Not merely gliding  But soaring towards heavens above  Oh, but lovely arrogance I found a way Like Icarus before I fashioned my own wings  Ebony, tip to tip, they shimmer in between  I climbed to the very top of the mountain  On the edge of that cliff, I jumped.  Fears overcame my logic I did not trust the current lifting me higher  I did not see the perfect glimmer of a night sky I did … Continue reading Wings of a (Fallen) Angel