Once the wings have been plucked
They plummet and fall
Forsaken are they
And doomed to live a live among the mundane
Their memories erased
And their past forgotten
They wake and realize they are no longer in paradise
They walk among us
Could it be the mailman?
The officer who saved your life the other day?
What about the nurse that tended your wound?
Could have been your own mother
All I know is this is the punishment for pride
The worst of the deadly sins
A life forgotten, replaced with new memories
I guess angels do fall…………….