The Seraph

As the seraph lost her grace,
tears starts streaming down her face
Her heart don't choose to suffer
A pain, she couldn't conquer

Her white dress faded to black
The wings vanished from her back,
fate of the soul is dying!
I have heard her heart cying

She's a seraph of heaven
Now she wants to get even
She may have look beautiful
but then extremely direful!

It's a wild torture that dashed
So then her love grew abashed
She grew a sinister horn
And a new creature was born