The fallen angels

In shadows cast by ethereal wings,
Fallen angels, silent echoes, broken strings.
Once graced the heavens with radiant light,
Now veiled in darkness, their celestial flight.

Whispers of rebellion, a cosmic divide,
A celestial drama, in realms far and wide.
Torn from grace, like stars in descent,
Their saga etched in the firmament.

A symphony of wings, now clipped and scarred,
Hearts once pure, in the cosmic graveyard.
Ethereal rebels, grace turned to flame,
Seeking redemption, a forgotten name.

On fractured thrones of celestial might,
They bear the weight of eternal night.
A paradoxical dance, shadows entwined,
Fallen angels in realms confined.

Yet, within their descent, a story unfolds,
Of resilience, yearning, as the cosmic tale molds.
In the void between realms, redemption may gleam,
A chance for broken wings to once again dream.

Haunted by echoes of celestial hymns,
In the cosmic exile, where fate whims.
Searing pain, like a celestial brand,
Yet within it, hope's ember still stands.

From the abyss, a phoenix may rise,
Defying fate, seeking azure skies.
For even fallen angels, in shadows deep,
Harbor a secret, a promise to keep.

In the tapestry of cosmic despair,
Threads of redemption weave through the air.
Their journey unfolds, a quest to find grace,
In the boundless expanse, a sacred space.

So, in the cosmic hush, where echoes dwell,
Fallen angels carry stories to tell.
A celestial ballet, redemption's chance,
For even in darkness, there's a cosmic romance.