Fallen

Come silently and slay my chain
Locked in anger rage remained
Fallen angels crush under feet
Wings construed heap by heap
I ache internal straining hunger
Feeding from a youthful slumber
Kindly kill my legends name
Feast upon the dwindled fame

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.