The Fall

Cast down from among the stars

The moonlight pierces my wings
Shades of silver covers my spent
And broken form like a promise
All my remaining dust and ether
Wasted in the journey of my fall

I am now only shattered fragments 

Of stained glass, the pieces scattered
And forgotten, timeless and precious
So I collect them all with care, reform
That lost picture, yet still all I have now
Are memories of being forever forsaken