A Fallen Angel

Her happiness comes and goes like the seasons of a year.  
Friends leave her all alone as a newly fallen tear.  
There she stands like a deer frozen with fear.  
All alone she cries like a fallen angel.  

Stripped of her beauty, she’s a wilting flower.  
Dazed and confused, all her hopes are sour.  
Her freedom is gone, locked in her enemy’s tower.  
All alone she cries like a fallen angel.  

Her strength fades like a suffocating flame.
In the cold she shivers as a soul burdened with shame.
She lives her life in secret like a ghost without a name.  
All alone she cries like a fallen angel.  

Unbroken, her will is solid steel.  
Her loving eyes have the power to heal.  
Her obedient nature is an angel about to kneel.  
All alone she cries like a fallen angel.

By T.S.