Her crisp white wings clipped. She falls far, far from the grace that she once was.
Far from the home that she had built. Into the darkness, into bliss, falls, falls. Until nothing, not even a mere spec of dust. She crumples up.
Yearns and yells; screams and cries.
 Her wings that once took her to dreams were now bleeding and no use.
Entrapment, in-cop orated into the village of materialistic non stop egotistical consumerism.
Her hopes that once was, are all but lost now.
That what once set her free now holds her down.

They bear a burden, like chains with fiery claws that allow for no escape.
A distant voice, the sound of hell. For now she has become the angel of hell.
She screams and pulls, beckons for mercy , “DARKNESS SHALL FORCOME” the inner voice yells. 
She once was the warrior or light yet now she is feared, feared by her own.
All but man made, is this it? She closes her eyes and looks deep into despair, find your inner strength, find you heart for it still beats.

And with every last bit of might and courage she pulls and forces and breaks free.
She turns around at a shattered dream, her wings bleeding, burning but her heart set free.
She was a fallen angel and now is free, a walking soul