Fallen Angel.

In the shadow of glistening years, it holds the most stoic eyes of tears. Above the mist it used to live in the cloud, strangled the wings have he fallen in shroud. Pendulously beneath the dusky sky, residing a town where turret lies. A void in his wings being feebly wilted when the enamoured moon beheld our deepest guilt Nothing gold can stand forever, even the colours of gorget are dissevered.

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