Poetry #76

He was
at that
moment poisoned.

He could
no longer
fly to
the sky.

He could
no longer
cross the
heaven's above.

He could
no longer
come back.

Even if
he wanted
to, he
just couldn't.

He's no
more an
angel but
human just
like her.

His wings
torn off,
The sky
no longer
his reach.
His feet
will grow
ever weary.
He will
tire and
when time
comes he
will die.

All because
he fell
in love.