Fallen,
In the brightest sun I caught glimpses of a creature
Distinguished was its fall as I observed a feature
Two holes in the back, was he shot up above?
Falling ever so gently like a dying white dove
Then noticing a human shape began forming
My chill became obvious as I stared adoring
Fallen angel it was which I could not help
And as it landed in the field I heard a yelp
Fragile as it was, standing up and it was gone
Only brilliance lingered from the intense sun
A rare gift I was given and a message to convey
To only those who believe I will persevere to say
The time will come when these worlds will collide
And those unseen are visible next to each, by our side