Broken Wings Poem by Philip Caldwell

Falling from the heavens,
weary the angel sings.
Flying up I can not,
curse these broken wings.
Maimed the feathers are,
painful the bullet volley.
Icarus bears his name,
tells of our great folly.

Mistakes I have made,
I mourn his Majesty.
Reap what I have sown,
the trends of tragedy.
Time was lost,
but time well spent.
Heaven is gone now,
forgetfulness to repent.

Punished I am,
My Wings are shattered.
Hades here I come,
drowned in demonic laughter.
Punished I am,
for my insurrection.
Back to the darkness,
I, the flawed perfection.