Fallen

This is about an angel who has fallen from heaven.

Falling is the first thing I remember,
I have fallen.
As I rise to my feet
I feel my robes becoming loin clothes,
My powerful white wings becoming black, and leathery.
My hair thins,
My arms weakening,
I cry out for forgiveness,
Cry out for grace,
But I know my pleas fall on deaf ears.
For there is no going back,
Back to the light.
I am now stuck in this dark,
For I a now one of the Fallen.