How to describe you with words of matched worth,
to narrate the tale of an angel's fall
through the glamorous clouds of Heaven's girth
down the chaotic realm of Satan's hall.
What you deserve we sinners lack throughout
though individuals would fight til death
for the gaze of your eyes empty of doubt
and the utter sweetness of your soft breath.
If, Angel, a fool like I could dare ask,
may I press these bloody, trembling lips
against the polished glow in which I bask
as I collapse this jaded mind in bliss?
If ever you leave, do take this poor heart
for it beats in hellfire when you depart.
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