Desecration

An angel, born of purest light,

With wings of grace and feathers bright,

Once sang a song of holy praise,

Through endless, consecrated days.

But in that heart, a shadow grew,

twisted thought, a deed untrue.

A whispered lie, a selfish plea,

That shattered all eternity.

They watched a soul, in mortal pain,

And chose to let its tears fall, rain.

Denied a hand, a gentle touch,

And took away what meant so much.

Now heaven's halls no longer ring

With the sweet song they used to sing.

For in their form, a darkness lies,

Reflected in their hollow eyes.

So let the fire, fierce and high,

Consume the beauty, let it die.

Let ash and ember be their fate,

A final end to their dark state.