Fallen Angel

By the light of the moon I saw the figure that was walking towards me slowly.
She walked up to me, her long dress flowing behind her in the gentle breeze that was sent from the starry night sky.
Silver hair fell across her shoulders and framed her perfect face.
Her electric blue eyes sparkled with mischief as her apple red lips parted in a suspicious grin and said.

"What will you do when he comes? He's coming for you."

Without a trace she was gone, vanished, leaving only a black feather in her wake.
That was when I realized what had just happened.
A fallen angel had just told me my fate.
Death.