Angels will weep
when a mortal will laugh
screaming from agony
while mortals still laugh.
from silent, silent rain
come forth such tears of pain
as to sooth a mortal’s every joy,
since childhood, whether girl or boy…
Final fall… forever frays… Fear,
for peaceful pride and play
such simple matters…
To a mortal’s rise and joy.
While the angels descend
fearful, writhing in pain
for being cast down in such pitiful rain,
now they seek to make amends
But, blatant brutalities
for fear of not
their task would finish
Just as they finish their lot…
such sorrow, such sadness
for a lost cause and lost joy
To a fallen angel’s last ploy.
“My wings have been clipped
by immortal hands,
caging me to walk these lands.
In my search to grace the Heavens
I’ve made beasts from steel
to cross the skies.
Yet those immortal hands,
they deny me flight…
Casting me forever into these mortal lands.”
Searching still, fidgeting more
the pain still clear in my mind
after countless years.
“Father you have seen my will,
Yet you deny me still.
I have tried all i could find!”
Pleading never calmed my fears.
With my mind near rest, I stood where one stands.
“I’ve given up my fight.
My life is yours to command.”
Reaching out to the empty skies
My final memory of all I feel
I start my count in groups of sevens
as I see flashes of such grands
being carried of to my lost lands
as the final grain had skipped.