(thanks to Alec Pure for the title)

Grey skies surround
the lone figure kneeling
in the swirl of fog
that encircles a graveyard.

Heavy blankets of sorrow
surround the graveside where she sits.
Everlasting pain was promised
the day death reigned supreme.

Rain splattered tiny drops
upon the red head
bowed in silent anguish,
unsaid pleas going unanswered.

Tattered wings lay useless
in her loving hands
blue eyes closed in rememberance
of the soul which had once worn them.

Crimson tears slide down pink-tinged cheeks,
mixing with the blue raindrops
landing like dead rose petals on fresh soil
where the angel lay, so cold.

Silence deafened the noise
that had once been her laughter.
The lady's head slowly lifted,
for someone had touched her shoulder gently.

Blue eyes met hazel
and she knew.
He gestured to her
with an understanding in his eyes.

Feminine hands clasped masculine
and she silently gave way
to all her past memories
let go of her tattered, precious wings.

Gracefully she rose
and leaned into his arms,
enchanting the man
who refused to love for so long.

Perhaps to ease her pain,
he lowered his head and kissed her gently,
their tastes entwining,
souls combining.

Sweeping her into his arms
he carried the fallen angel
away from the gravestone which was her own,
and so very new.

As they left,
tattered wings turned new
and she knew everything
would be as it was mean to be.

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