Fallen Angel

White feathers spiral down to the ground below,
Swishing softly as the breeze picks it back up.
Swirling in motions in the soft way winds blow,
To land on a hand to be stared at close-up.

The broken wings flutter and struggles to fly,
Carrying the angel back to redemption.
There was no place for the Guilty high in the sky,
And heaven was a place with exemption.

Sundered and destroyed the fallen one cowers,
Amongst the humans of the soft earth beneath.
He has no home and no palace amongst flowers,
Nothing but the demons from deep underneath.

Wide white wings were lost when he dropped down from grace,
Dyed his hair red to match the hot fires of hell.
Deep within Blackness he truly found his place,
Sold his soul to demons and left a hollow shell.