Cue the sinister music
As if something is soon to be wrong.
Dim the lights to an unearthly black
With a screech in the distance that doesn’t belong.

That’s the scene I’m left in
In this dream where I can’t fly.
I’m an angel, forced to fall.
I’ve been excommunicated from the sky.

I was foolish and opened my mouth,
I let blasphemy drip from ruby lips.
I did not want to do it,
As honey, sin fell from His mouth in drips.

Wings white are now turned to gray
With once silver hair gone dark.
The heavenly hosts singing where I once lived
Don’t exist for one of His Mark.

I am the angel fallen
Torn down by His deceiving vision.
To be tormented by earthly existence
guided by shadows; His decision.