The Fallen

Demon's nightmare, heaven's dream,
He flies unheard unseen,
On midnight wings like onyx on obsidian he glides
Turning the tides
Of darkness back to light through day through night
Yearns for the fight
Of enemies which roam the land unseen by man
Lost innocence, The Fallen

No dagger blade or sword does He posses
Yet souls do rest
Misfortune those who come across His path
What aftermath
Can you expect to see judgement will be
Agony and ecstasy
For He's the bane of glory coaxed to sin
The betrayers, The Fallen

As wings do rest His hawken eyes do gaze
NawtyAngel's lustful rage
Her victim's human soul at once departed
Foolish hearted
Short of sight the man met his demise
with pleasured cries
As claws extend He's taken by his calling
The slaying of The Fallen

His hand grasps silken throat yet fingers pause
She is the cause
Seductive eyes look deep into His own
So far from home
A graceful hand brushes along His thigh
He wonders why
Such beauty should be scattered to the winds
Misunderstood, The Fallen

Soft lips upon His own and tongues explore
The other's core
And soon He finds their bodies are entwined
STOP! screams His mind
Unheard He plunges deep within her womb
and seals His doom
For now His fate and hers walk hand in hand
Two lovers both The Fallen