Fallen Angel

Angels gather, inquire the scene.

To discover a movement, close; they lean.

"Pronounced dead." Its eerie state of mind,

What an end of a soul so kind! Exclaims the so-called guide.

Wonderstruck, Daedalus flies down the sea, joins the grieving mass.

Unnoticed Icarus' burnt feathers go by, as they lift the dismantled carcass.

The deed of cremation is the way to free the passions once admired.

Defiance of limitations is a dangerous cause, to call for lessons less desired.

Fallen my state; be true, the fire of hell awaits you too.

For laying the first brick. 

Engrave my stone with letters that shall describe,

How young angels fall prey to your trick?