dark and desolate
trees stand still
in a windless time
barest of branches
reaching for no one
covered by a shadow
from overhead
large wings
embracing the earth
swooping down
the abandoned one
an angel
falling from the sky
through the darkest
night of nights
the angel flies
the angel cries
in search of hope
in search of life
reaching for something
she tumbles down
but then stands tall
before the city
decrepit and destroyed
the angel screams
not with pain, but with joy
she has found her home
she has found her home