Dammit, it was supposed to be a ballad

[conradin]

Fallen

I remember
The falling, the heat and searing pain
as my immortal wings burnt, breaking in the wind
as I fell, useless to hold my descent.

I float
age upon me, feeling salt water in the scars
on my back, floating, the sky above
open
encompassing my vision almost,
almost, I am
as before the fall

Now I am remembering
that first impact striking the sea, the searing stopped so suddenly
a boil of water around me and then blackness
took me plunging from my loss.

My arms ache, sweeping to keep me afloat
the movement of my shoulders pulling tight the taut scarred skin
I float
so far from falling.