• "The skies are stained gray."
    The people seem to say.
    I have no faith in this town or in this place
    I walk in wonder wether or not if I shall blink:
    for the legend of this town is a mystery I still seek.
    I fell to earth with power,
    no one could even see.
    I've wondered helplessly to solve this tale;
    to bad my wings are shattered,
    No time to wollow in the old regrets.
    I am a fallen angel.