(Before you read this, I just want you to know that this isn't really a story but more of a description. I got an image in my head and couldn't draw it so I made it into a mini scene instead and got this.)

Forsaken Angel

The darkness was shattered as a circle of flames rose up suddenly. With spikes of orange and yellow, the calmness was slayed. In the center of the fire; 1... 2... 3... drops of blood. Them came again... and again like tears. That, which they were; tears of blood... of pain from the forsaken one. Knelt on both knees, arms stretched to her side with palms to the sky. Head back and eyes closed, the flames roared higher... another tear... scarlet red, streaks of red on both her cheeks she cried. Feathers floated to the ground, one by one as the angel’s wings turned charcoal black and withered away. As the flames died down... the woman was left... she is alone, a forsaken angel.

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