Wings lined with gold and trumpet-tongued
Sang through shattering clouds
As those few descended.
Down, but not too deep:
Immortality seeping into Mortaldom,
Silent, ashamed of the turmoil
That they rained on the heavens.
Eyes wet with bloody tears, as skin concealed wings,
Their bodies convulsing
As eternal fires began to shake their bones.
They fell to their tomorrows,
Forever-exiled into indeterminacy.