Good Omens is not mine, more's the pity. It belongs to Tpratchett and Ngaimen. All hail our favorite duo!
This can be taken as a poem in its own right, but it came to me when I was thinking – If Angels can Fall, can't Demons Rise? Written from the viewpoint of one Falling and one Rising.
Beyond
Fall to rise, beyond all sight
Past the threshold of the night
Where the sunken angels dwell
Helpless in their woven hell.
Rise to fall, beyond the Dawn
Let the Darkness bear you on
Raven wings that scourge the sky
Screaming as they flitter by.