The angel lay from dawn to dusk,
With broken wings and such ill luck,
In the depths of a quarry , where he was hit,
Losing all that he had,blood ,faith and grit..
'Not the first time though', he thought for a while ,
'But perhaps the last, this time' , he managed a smile..
For arrows had been shot before as well,
But somehow they had missed and he never fell..
This time it hit where it hurt him the most,
Destroyed his precious wings of which he used to boast,
The sound they used to make when they would flap,
A life of their own, oh! the universe would clap!
His enemies were hell bent on this certain scavenge,
From heaven they belonged ,such irony , such revenge!
Piece by piece the angel had lost faith,
'Why me every time?' , 'Whose heart did i break?'
Short of luck and tired to wait,
The cold war started with denial and hate,
Why should he preach the teachings of such?
His employer went rogue, now he didn't care much..
From 'Son of the dawn','brightest star' of heaven ,
He reduced to 'A fallen angel' who changed sides to become even..
The lost hope , the lost war,
Didn't take one day but gradually came at par,
Thus Slowly, slowly this Lucifer left his God,
Maybe one day Satan will give him a nod..
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