Fallen Angels
aren't we all?
Or does your God condemn us;
for simple thought,
a wanton mind,
and you're so fast to scorn us.
With scabby wings
and broken crowns;
Kings of the past before us.
And not quite once
have you so loved
the beauty all around us.
Fallen Angels;
Lovely Demons;
Evil is what you call us.
But only dark
permits the light-
You can not live without us.