Angels are at the mercy of their creators, and walk within the rules of heaven. Never to be admired nor adored, for their fates have more in store. They are the watchers and walkers over human life, a wicked atrocity, for they will never have the love of a human being. Handed a life to just watch and never intervene between the human world and heavens dream. A fate destined in the stars, marked by Gods and angelic beings, never to cling to the word of being anything more than a soulful whisper in your ear. They come in the form of consciousness, from words your soul should dare to listen. For on the shoulder of their carrier, sits Satan in all his rage demanding payment for this day and age. Choices of the heavens desires lay heavy on the shoulders of their providers.Then again the whisper of unsatisfied rage to have the devil speak into your ear, to fill your needs, wants and carnivorous desires.
This is the fall of an angel, who wanted more than her life demanded, her tale of fate and her irrevocable fall from grace. She chose to love a human soul and interfered with what his life was to hold. His destined life was to become a powerful mind and cure the end of days with his medicinal en devours, creating a world without disease and his discoveries. His life mapped out before he was even a man, the Gods created this simple plan.His only downfall would be his need to have someone else to love with ease. A fight the creators thought he could overcome, and become the savior of a world undone.Yet the heavens, cannot deny a life suspended in choice, for we are all born with a voice. Hence why angels were created to give them a conscious, for their needs to be pleased.
A love defined by two beings both human in nature is a story mapped in constellations and wished upon dying stars. To live within the realms of hearts ready to love. Who is an angel to fly above and embrace the heartbreak of this race? She watched their journey, as whispered nothing into the ears of the man , who was destined to be a part of the Gods plan. She fell in love with their whispers of love and devotion. Full well knowing his love for this delicate girl would shatter this world. Yet their words laid heavy upon her fleeting heart, and she knew what was about to start. The soul of this angel, broke the rules of intentions to ward the mine to other perceptions. She would not be a part in tearing down dreams and a life filled with love and human beings. She whispered just once into a heartsick soul, “Never, never let her go.”
The heavens screamed and the angel was called out by name. Grace! How dare you intervene? Causing cosmic catastrophes among the lands and sea…fulling a prophecy, you were intended to stop. Their future laid in your angelic hands for you to throw stability of promise to the wind. Her choices altered time and promise of the human world, for a love affair with a girl. She acknowledged her failure, but only to their eyes, she knew more than what the future told. Grace was brought to the gates of heaven and realms, awaited her sentence to be expelled. Her heart heavy but her promise true, to live a life not seen through.
Her life lay in the hands of the creator, for she had interfered with fate, cursing this angels, fall from grace. In the heavens design, perched upon the edge of time and crimson skies, a fall could leave her wingless. For she was afraid of flying, let alone the thought of falling from the height of heaven and landing on the early place, in her disgrace. Head held down, to shield her tear stained face, she floated and waited to hear her fate.
All of her memories collapsed against the sands of time. Forcing her to close her eyes as the winds of nature, held her suspended against the sun.Waiting on the dismissal of her life as an angel of sight.The clouds parted like a raging sea. Blue and violet hues of light evoked her name, bringing forth thunder and unstoppable rains. For the heavens cried the loss of a winged disaster only to spoil her reflection, in the eye’s of her master.
Clenched eye’s, ears open awaiting the sound of the harps to play, an exit that would not be delayed.The sound of the strings brought forth tear’s and a sudden rush of empathy. For angel’s do not receive the courtesy of salt stained cheeks on words to escape.Their fall is as silent as the screams of the unknown, forced from their throats , to be only heard on the harps softest note.
He was born nine months later, and raised by a loving mother and father who fell in love despite the heavens. He grew up loving medicine and science and swore he would make a difference in this world. He became the man who found the cure for cancer, and saved the souls of millions. His cure came 2 months to late as his father battled and believed in his sons ability to change the world.He honored his memory, by calling the cure Graced.
The heavens cried that day in the pouring rain and the lightning echoed off mountaintops where the gods gathered and summoned a fallen angel home. Yet she refused to hear their calls, for her life was perched upon the shadows of the boy turned to man, who was destined for immense plans~
Her fall from grace~ ©