Morals Lost

Lying, cheating, thievery Were his devils trident Piercing through an Angel's wings Leaving her spirit spent "I know that she could not leave me" Blinded by self content Refused to see his hands in things Never would he repent Yet Angels heal and then see Past pretty ornaments To a future that would always sting At the point of his trident Now alone, trident and he Without love heaven sent Bemoaning how fate pulled the strings Blinded by his own contempt