The soft reflection of twilight caresses the lithe form that ensconces upon the edge of sanity. High above the sleeping city, nestled on a roof of concrete she gently sways, bathed in the light of the morning sun. The dawns soft orange hue, mixed with lavender and shades of pink, stain her ivory silken gown as a gentle breeze brushes coiled raven locks over porcelain toned skin. Beauty consumed by inner torment and the tension that rapes her body, as well as her mind, guides her across the rooftop. The fullness of pale lips purse only slight when she takes the calculated step over its protective edge.
The wind begins to sing songs in deafening tones as the fallen angel rapidly descends. Heart pounding in exhilaration as she spirals, tearless emotions begin to consume her once anguished soul. Images of loneliness, pain, and loss dissipate to the memories of happiness, laughter and love. The sound of her voice crying 'stop' drowns within the song of regret so beautifully orchestrated by the wind. As her ebon eyes focus on oblivion, she makes a fleeting wish. One of wings and hollow bones.
~...I wish I could fly...~
The wind begins to sing songs in deafening tones as the fallen angel rapidly descends. Heart pounding in exhilaration as she spirals, tearless emotions begin to consume her once anguished soul. Images of loneliness, pain, and loss dissipate to the memories of happiness, laughter and love. The sound of her voice crying 'stop' drowns within the song of regret so beautifully orchestrated by the wind. As her ebon eyes focus on oblivion, she makes a fleeting wish. One of wings and hollow bones.
~...I wish I could fly...~
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Fallen... broken... lost.
Digested into the earth,
drawn into shadow.
Excellent choice.
P.S. Start with Neverwhere. It'll knock your socks off. That is, if you are wearing socks.