My highest angel, what have they done to you?
You used to reach the heavens, way up in the skies
Used to burn the brightest, shine like no other one.
Your love was as fierce as the light in your eyes;
The glow of life shone, luminous as the sun.
Darling, you are falling.
They dragged you into hell, drowned you in self-loathing.
Oh those demons, they have made you one of theirs,
You used to be so strong – why have you stopped fighting?
You have become the demon from your nightmares.
My fallen angel, what have you done?
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Mona says...
I was looking through some old poems of mine, and this one caught my eye as I am in fact currently reading a book about fallen angels called Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. I distinctly remember liking it better then than I do now, but I suppose that’s what happens after leaving your writing unattended for a few months.