Of the Fallen
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Such a fiend is she,
Who wrapped chains about his breast
And pulled him low to earth,
Where, alas, he finds no rest
Oh heavenly views
Once graced his innocent eyes.
With angels he sang,
Where only the spirit flies.
Now captive he lies
To beauty so deceptive,
Drawn into the dark
By a charm so effective
That a warrior's heart
Surrenders its divine rest
To dance with demons;
His deadly weakness confessed.
An angel, she stole,
While he was sleeping that night.
A kiss she bestowed
And her lips he could not fight.
So by day he stands,
Viewing his celestial home
From the ground below.
No more, those clouds can he roam.
Yet once more she calls,
Singing still the siren's song.
The same tune he fears,
By his suffering prolonged.
His thoughts are above,
But his body lies below.
Her chilled, tender touch,
The only comfort he knows.