Fallen

there was only darkness

when first I knew My fall

dark and empty and near silent

only the sound of the wind fluttering through My wings

and My own terror in My beating heart

might I have swirled and taken wing to return to the place on high?

I'll never know .... for I simply cast My eyes to the darkness

and plunged head long into her sin.

(Azazel, Christmas 1998)

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