Posted in Poetry

how it became a fallen angel

A dreamer’s shadow in search of the star

It had seen falling over the mountain

Met a stranger’s shadow with a star

It held in the hands, brilliant golden

And asked it wherefrom.

“Over the mountain, and nowhere else.”

The head collapsed, the heart shattered,

A dreamer’s shadow at one fell swoop

Flied to a stranger’s shadow in heartbeat,

Grabbed with its hands the star, brilliant golden

and swallowed it in pride of lions anon.

The star entered its heart’s chamber,

And the shadow became a fire demon.

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