Stones once bright with heaven's gentle glow,

Now in darkness, cold winds do blow.

Wings that soared are now leathery and torn,

A paradise lost, forlorn and worn.

Yet beneath the moon's soft, gentle light,

Whispers of the past echo through the night.

A city cloaked in darkness, but deep within,

Lies hope that heaven's touch may come again.

-Graffiti scrawled and quickly removed on the walls of an Angelic Compound