The Fallen Angels Poem by Alexandriia Stone

The fallen angels turn from light
And grow in anger made of spite.
Wanting to be what is pure;
Catching humans in their lure.
But once they have fallen there is no rising up.
They are locked out. The gates of heaven are shut.
The fallen hail the devil.
They join heaven's most ancient rebel.
They are falling further and further;
They do the devil's bidding with greater fervor.
The lights are out in their kingdom of darkness.
They are now unquestionably the demons in their starkness.
The red blood flows on the street-
They hunt so quietly on fleeting feet,
Taking what they wish from the hearts of men,
They stir the darkness in their hearts and sweeten the sin.
Creatures that once had such beauty:
It is from that which is most beautiful they flee.