Fallen Angel

The sudden news just fell and hit me -
A bolt of lightning to the head:
The fallen angel Houston, Whitney
Has proven mortal, i.e. – dead.

From California to Utah,
Through Pennsylvania to Maine,
The shockwave ran, compressed and brutal,
Diffusing sorrow, sowing pain -

Over that great and wasted beauty,
The similarly wasted voice,
The ugly story of a cutie,
The rise and fall of her own choice.

It was her choice to challenge heaven
And be an outcast down on earth,
Until the day, on day 11,
She met the opposite of birth.

She wished us love that’s never ending
And happiness to the extreme…
And drank a drink of finest blending -
The deadly poison of a dream.

So, here falls the final curtain
To an incredulous “good-bye”.
Yet, all along, one thing was certain -
The fallen angel had to die.
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