Wings of a Broken Angel

In the depths of sorrow’s night,
Where hope has taken its last flight,
A broken angel, lost and lone,
Wanders through the great unknown.

Once a being of grace and light,
With wings that soared to heaven’s height,
Now fallen from the sacred sky,
A shattered soul, a mournful cry.

The weight of burdens, the scars of pain,
Have left their mark, a haunting stain,
Upon the wings that once were whole,
Now tattered remnants of a broken soul.

Through the darkness, the angel treads,
A path of thorns, where sorrow sheds,
Its bitter tears, a silent rain,
Upon the wings that bear the strain.

And yet, within this broken form,
A flicker of light, a hope reborn,
For even in the darkest hour,
The angel’s spirit still has power.

With each step, a spark ignites,
A glimmer of the divine lights,
That once illuminated the way,
Before the fall, before the stray.

And though the wings may never mend,
The scars a story without end,
The broken angel finds a strength,
In the journey’s arduous length.