Wings of the Fallen

In the shadowed abyss, where darkness resides,

A fallen one, with wings denied.

A symbol of corruption, a soul torn in two,

A mockery of the divine, a story anew.

Once a hero, now a shadow cast,

Transformation complete, his past is the past.

Jenova’s embrace, the Lifestream’s shroud,

A fusion of alien and human, unbowed.

One wing spreads, a sign of his fall,

A testament to the power of evil’s call.

Beauty in chaos, strength in despair,

A harbinger, a nightmare to bear.

One winged angel, soaring in the night,

A symbol of fury, a merciless sight.

Serenade of chaos, a thunderous sound,

Echoes of power, vast and profound.

Rhythms of Latin, fierce and grand,

Heavy brass and strings, take command.

Operatic might, a symphonic roar,

Resound through the echoes of lore.

In the darkness, he reigns supreme,

A fallen angel, the nightmare’s dream.