We are the fallen angels

We are creatures from the night
Each of us is a flying wrack
Not living and not dead
Still fearing an attack

What was once white
is now black
The end of the light
We’ll never get that back.

Our real names were sacred and are now unknown
Only with pain can our wings be unfold
Here on earth we must fly alone
Our stories are untold.

My name is Day.
I've got wings, but I'm no angel.
Not anymore.

(van mijn verhaal We are the fallen angels ~OP)

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