I walk this World
Of Burning, shifting sands
Barred for Eternity
From Golden Gates and Paths.
Seared by the hands of Demons
I once so Valiantly fought.
My Wings, once a Symbol of Light
Lie in Charred Tatters,
Black feathers falling
Reminiscent of the Tears of Lovers
Violently ripped apart by circumstance.
My Soul, Once Pure
Lies black and twisted inside me.
For I have touched Mortality
And danced with Death.
“Fallen From Grace”
The words are almost amusing
For this World cares not for Grace.
Ancient and Beaten
I fall upon one knee
My head bowed in Anguish
Weeping blood stained Tears
As I grip the Sword of Despair
For even the Darkest of Souls
Suffer Torment.