Fallen angel, feathers vicariously scattered,
Cast down from heaven disoriented and battered
Crooked halo tarnished on a blood stained brow,
Condemned for violating an unbreakable vow.
For the revere of one who won't belong,
Because loving Satan is morally wrong.
An apathetic callous lover holds no cure,
Torn from grace's radiance pure.
Undesirable to hell since unblessed descent,
Alas too late for supplicatory repent.
Fallen angel's mournful crystal tears,
Crumble to dust, dancing on wind disappears.
Coursing down forsaken face of fading glows,
In its wake blooms an ebony rose.