Archangel

A fallen angel overcoming the dark depths of Hell. Depression.

I've finally broken free from the shadows.
I stuggle to fly, but my wings
are covered with blood.
The darkness continues to grow below me.
I fight to wash my wings of the crimson.

I'm terrified I might be pulled back downward.
My experience of being down there
was as awful as Hell itself!
A blue aura catches my eye;
A shimmering pond in the distance.

I try to fly to it, but I'm still
being pulled down.
Losing altitude, I struggle to stay above
the blackness.

Crashing into the pond, I float
motionless on the settling waves.
The blood vanishes as my wings are purified.
I leap to the sky, no longer being pulled
downward, I can fly higher than ever before.