I am a fallen angel.

My wings are not white.

But they are not of those that are devil.

A demon more like.

I guess I'm a demon that has fallen from heaven.

With black feathers trailing behind me I walk alone.

Among you all I'm an outcast.

You're an angel.

Checking up on these humans.

Your white wings are proudly worn upon your back.

You're perfect.

You were made to be perfect.

But then you found me.

Among the chaos.

Among the war.

Where demons fought angels.

You were there.

And I fought for the angels.

Even though I was fallen.

You and I fought along side eachother.

Until the angels started to die.

Their wings were ripped off their backs.

Kept to be trophies.

I was caught.

Looking at you I expected you to leave.

But you didn't.

You fought them off.

Your wings were never shown.

But everyone knew you were an angel.

Recovering I stood.

No angels were left.

They starting leaving.

The demons.

They took the white wings and left.

I told you to go back home.

But you refused to without me.

I raised my midnight wings.

Told you I was fallen.

You smiled and removed your jacket.

You raised your wings.

Black as the night.

" Oh my dear. I'm fallen too."

The first male fallen.

You took my hand and led me up.

Back to the home that I longed for.

But one thing rang through my head.

"Oh my dear. I'm fallen too."