Falling From Grace

They watched as she tumbled
Through the cold night air.
Their unbroken silence whispered,
‘I don’t care’.
She fell once, twice,
Three times more.
The will to get up,
Was the biggest chore.

She wanted to stop,
To lie on the dead earth.
Never to see the Sun’s
great, Miraculous birth.
Why she went on,
She will never know.
But something in her dying heart,
urged her to go.

She believed his lies and
Exquisite mask.
In breaking her, it met its
sole task,
But she will remember
from begging to end
That once upon a time,
he was her dear friend.

With liquid glass lining her closed eyes
She leaped over the edge

And welcomed the skies