O' from Heaven they glide
To Earth they fall
Heaven's precious angels
Have learned to brawl
They do not know
Their god is cruel
He does not care
Within his rule
Fires of their wings
Horns from their skull
They can't help
What has come to null
They don't see
They don't care
Down here is where they dwell
Hell is closer
God is dead
There is no escaping
What was left for death
They were nothing
Just weeds,
Sewn in God's holy fleece
Weeds that once were seeds
Those that he once loved-
Until they cast their gaze below
Sympathy is not to show
There's no room in hell,
So they will roam the Earth
Lucifer was cast,
And so they were,
Azazel shall scream,
'This is how it's supposed to be!'
In the Garden of Eden,
A woman roams,
Soon she will sin
And God will groan
She will be cast aside like them
Worthless,
hopeless,
a ball of sin
Her wings will tear,
They will catch aflame
'To Hell she'll fall!',
Cries the saints
Angels of Heaven
Will only weep
There is no love
There is no light
Only those fallen angels
Throughout the night
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI decided I wanted to play around with some poetry, because I'm simply a sucker for the art... So, here we go. I'm not too sure how often they'll be free-verse or other, but... hopefully they make sense.
