Thursday's Wings
Once upon a time you were so strong, loyal, and so sure
Framed in wings of shadows
Your brown armor proof,
Against any weapon mortal or magic
Still strong, yet now unsure
So sympathetic to the mud monkeys so far below you
Uppity and arrogant, they fascinate you so
But you never thought that their defiance, their courage, would infect you
To make you question your orders from above
Weak, clipped, and lost
You turn your back on the plan, thousands of years in the making
Crushed and beaten, you were brought back by divine right
But when you face the Morning Star, out matched and human,
You stand against the apocalypse itself,
And with your first lie on your lips you die
But you will not rest; you will not lie down to die when there is work to be done,
Renewed purpose gives you strength you thought abandoned you
The road to hell and good intentions,
As heaven burns to ash, you understand the phrase
The cause, a Civil war you started in the name of what is right
Yet now with the compromises you made,
Your cause is anything but
To spare a friend, you made a dark deal
To revive a hero, you broke a good man
To restore order, you turn away from your friends
Regretful, guilty, faithless and alone, you steel the last bastions of your courage and take the plunge
You devour the dark power you know you shouldn't and become the divine heretic
With all your hopes, you fall from grace
Your last moments crawling nearer, you reflect on what you've become and what you've done
The good and the bad; the sweet and bitter
A pathetic, weak, pile of guilt and failure; of that you are sure
This is where you belong, with the others,
First fell Gabriel, his first attempt to stand for good
Then Lucifer and Michael, for the greater good
Then, by your hand, your enemy Raphael
And now you join them, Lost Castiel