Another poem which can be said to be vaguely related to Good Omens. I might not know all that much about religion – but am enthralled by the imagery presented in the Fallen.
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Recant
For what do fallen angels weep?
Not for their God. He turned away
(Or was it them?) and passed from sight
For demons do not love the day.
OOOOO
What cause for tears? Oh, not their wings
They lost them once, and never wept
For ivory plumes. Now raven's kin
They snatched them from where Darkness slept.
OOOOO
No cause for pain. Their kingdom now
Is that and more; yet still goes on
The fearful grief in burning air
A night that will not know a dawn.
OOOOO
For what do fallen angels weep?
For what do mourn? And for what grieve?
Perhaps the echoes, silent now
Of all that lost which they believed.
