He stands where he fell
battered and bloodied
his wings torn apart.
He is condemned
denied his place
yet malice dwells not
in his heart.
He is alone
looking
to the heavens above
for the place he once
called home.
Yet his place no longer is
among the stars
but here on Earth
where he is forever to roam.
Once he was light so pure
his wings the envy of all
but one
almost perfection was his face.
He is now a shadow
of that mem'ry
for he is an angel
fallen from grace.
