The Fallen.

Afternoon turned to evening. The pallete of orange and pink soon disappeared, slowly following the sun as it set on this part of the hemisphere and dark navy took over the sky. Engulfing the land with darkness as the stars scattered themselves and the moon shone down on London like a fog light on the concrete jungle. 

London. A city which varied depending on what time of day you happened to bless yourself within the boroughs. As day turned to night, families soon began to disperse from the thousands of eateries which were unevenly placed across the City. High-class ladies clutched onto the arms of their pocket-lined men as they headed to their equally expensive homes in the West. People of all ages left one bar and found another, laughing and jeering as they did so. The roads were just as busy also. Rows of scarlet double-decker buses queued behind each other and the roars of supercars were drowned out by the horns of more affordable vehicles for most of the population. 

The skyline glowed and accompanied the stars in lighting up the busiest City in England. Glassy, sapphire orbs watched down upon the madness of the City. Golden ribbons which came from her scalp glistened in the moonlight as the unknown female sat 20 stories higher than the rest of the population below. Upon the roof of an abandoned warehouse sat Frankie. A sight for sore eyes with tanned, olive skin which was as soft to the eye as it was to the touch. Jawline outlined by the strands of hair which hugged her face, the petite female was sculpted immaculately. Made flawless on purpose by The Creator, the ivory wingspan which grew crooked out of her bare shoulder blades which were visible due to the backless dress which fitted her frame so perfectly was proof that she wasn’t just a sight for sore eyes. But she did not hold innocence and love within her eyes. They were dull and emotionless as she watched like a prying cat would stalk its prey. She had been on the earth for longer than any living creature.  Frankie even had the privilege of seeing things far before the ancient willow trees had blessed the earth. She was disgusted. Anger-fuelled confusion as she watched how each human below lived their life precariously. They were in such a hurry to live prosperous and fulfilled lives. Unlike Frankie. She was to be there forever. She was in no rush to do anything. She had all of eternity. 

The angel's head tilted back slowly, blonde hair tumbling down her back some 25 inches. She gazed at the silent skies. The ones who banished her and left her in solitary. She was caged, within 47,000 miles. She had 6 billion others around her who were consistently being replaced by life and death but yet she was alone. A bitter heart which held no love or remorse for anything. She got a kick out of ending the lives of the naive. But tonight, she would remain humble, allowing the shadows of the night to consume her without another living being even knowing she was there.