A/N: A poem that, for the longest time, I refused to post anywhere but in my livejournal. Now it's here. I still don't like it.
Warnings: Slash! D
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters and whatnot.
Summary: "How beautiful my angel is, Falling in his sin."
How beautiful my angel is,
Falling in his sin.
There was a time that he believed
In my perfected beauty,
But the mind I gave him got in his way
And his opinion slowly changed.
Sure, it was an innocent thought at first,
Or at least he thought it was—
And I must admit that I was far too harsh on him.
He wasn't like the Morning Star,
This angel wasn't arrogant, didn't think himself better than the others;
He didn't look at me and wonder if I could do wrong;
He didn't think much of anything at all—
It was just a vague concept of beauty,
A thought that one of my creations could be more beautiful than me.
I admit that I was jealous for a moment
And that was why I sent him down.
But part of me still wondered if I was doing the right thing,
And his Fall wasn't like the others'.
It was simpler. Less painful.
I couldn't stand to hurt him so much.
Still, now I know that what I did was right,
Because he was needed to guide that angel
Who had been far better than me.