Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXXXII
Fall from Grace. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Chosen Son
His feathers caught the sunlight and burst
into flames, streaming peacefully
behind him as he fell
to earth. The tips of his wings
crackled in the winter breeze, his
pale arms outstretched as the ground
approached him faster, faster. His splayed
limbs haloed by the sun,
the favorite of his father,
the most beautiful of the angels,
disgraced and disowned,
faster, faster,
his screams inaudible to the heavens
above him, as if anyone would be
listening as he plummeted
faster, faster,
begging the ground for its company,
impatient to meet it,
helpless as the universe stripped him
of what made him special--
The impact came suddenly and not
suddenly enough.
His orphaned black feathers followed
softly as ashy snow.
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