Halo of the Fallen Blue NFT

She walks where heaven’s light has bled, With stars that crown her devil’s head. A halo burns above her hair, A saint of sin beyond repair. Her gaze is frost, her lips are flame, A whisper soft, yet none the same. Between the light and dark she grew, The angel lost… the devil true. In velvet night... her soul takes flight, Half shadow’s kiss, half heaven’s light. For beauty blooms where sorrow’s due— She is the dark, the fallen blue. (more)