Lamentation of an Angel

An angel flies alone,
left behind his home ground.
Felt sorry for what's done,
lost love that won't be found.

He was once mortal man
who had reached much great things.
Heavens saw and they grant,
that's how he got his wings.

Many things, however,
those were not to be mixed.
Dark and light, forever,
are apart, can't be fixed.
He flies, the earth below;
between clouds and thunder.
While his love, does not know,
lays below in slumber.And now in night and day
you can hear what he sings.
Cursing what fate did say:
She was not to have wings.

Donnerburg, 11 Agustus 2009
Alfonso


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