Fallen

Cue the sinister music As if something is soon to be wrong. Dim the lights to an unearthly black With a screech in the distance that doesn’t belong. That’s the scene I’m left in In this dream where I can’t fly. I’m an angel, forced to fall. I’ve been excommunicated from the sky. I was foolish and opened my mouth, I let blasphemy drip from ruby lips. I did not want to do it, As honey, sin fell from His mouth in drips. Wings white are now turned to gray With once silver hair gone dark. The heavenly hosts singing where I once lived Don’t exist for one of His Mark. I am the angel fallen Torn down by His deceiving vision. To be tormented by earthly existence guided by shadows; His decision.