A fallen angel

She cried, she shivered,
as she tried to bear this unbearable pain.
And he rushed around, doing everything,
and everything, but going in vain.

He tried to stop the bleeding blood,
but alas, unceasingly she bled.
Her wounds were deep, spread all over,
her chest, wings, face and even in the brain.

Her skin, dress, feathers were all red,
her blood spread, smeared all over the bed.
She cried and cried and finally fainted,
night came and he too slept.

Flowers, unending fields or fragrant flowers,
rising sun, setting dew, blowing breeze.
They walked together in this misty, blurry dream,
He was happy and healed, beautiful looked she.

Hand in hand, they talked, laughed, kissed.
He hugged caressed her folded white wings,
led her to their sweet wooden home.
It seemed they were united, for all time to be.

They went in together, the door closed,
white light flooded the view, bright sun rose.
The mist faded away, the dream ended, he awoke,
awoke in the morning of reality.

His eyes opened, he was back in the room,
she lay on the bed, still, unmoved.

Light from the window shone all over her body.
Her mouth lay open, her hands lay stoned,

Her bosom no longer rose to breathe.
Sun had risen, she had set and he, he silently, just wept.