The Fallen

However great human desire is, the fall we get for the inevitability always seems to follow through. Try and try as we might, our efforts are futile for the path has already been long decided. It is not our bidding and yet the outcome seems irrelevant of our original intentions. The purity that long before we had in possession has long been tainted by our own doings. Our luck have long dried up with our soul while fate cold as it is, already took its own wheels ahead us. A great catastrophe beyond comprehension is drawing near. Fear is drowning our breath for we have lost the courage to fight knowing the inevitability. We sleep, our eyes shut with fear of the knowledge of the incoming horror. A tale is about to end as stories are told for the young ones to sleep. Hope easily dies as the grasses in the meadows wither. We ask for a saviour, a redeemer to restore the glory we once had and yet there is nothing but darkness and more disappointments. We all succumbed to the wretchedness of faulty human hearts tarnishing its very essence. The smell of intoxication long before had taken a toll on our senses, making us dull and much more insensitive of what dwells around us. The cure for such disturbance is an outright impossibility. We, the fallen is far beyond the reach of whatever life has to offer at its best. We who have crossed the frontiers are far beyond reach for any kind of assitance. But for someone who still possess a little spark of magic, miracles do happen sometimes and it changes everything. Who knows, we the fallen could still be saved by such a rare occurence we call fiction.