Poem of the Dark or Fallen Angel
I am a fallen angel
The earth is my home
I went away from the light
Because I preferred the comfort
Of the shadows and the night
I am not evil
Though I am not considered good
Yet all are told to fear me
But I am just misunderstood
Just because I am draped in black
And I no longer have white wings
Sprouting from my back
I am forever destined to remain alone
Ostracized by god-fearers
In my new, mortal home
I am still immortal
For it is said my punishment is to watch
While the rest of the world suffers
And all the plans of do-gooders are botched
I can never lend a hand
To fight for what is right
Or try to save the day
I am ousted from the flock
Though I am more or less the same
Each of you are tainted at birth
Yet you go through great pains
To remove the mark
Baptism is quite a holy shower
But you never lose the scars
Don’t get me wrong
I think it’s a wonderful thing
To try to save your souls
From the eternal chaos
Living in sin can bring
But I am just a reminder
Of how black and white things are
There is no in between gray
For someone who dislikes the golden harmony
Yet still believes in God
I am not a sinner
In my mind, I believe I am pure
Yet to all I have some terrible disease
Of which there is no cure
I am just a fallen angel
Yet by my choice I did fall
And if I had the chance to change my fate
I’m not sure if I could make the call
You may think of me as anathema
You may shield your child’s eyes
You may hope you never become like me
Some might… I wouldn’t be surprised
But you still would be the minority
And that’s the golden and designated truth
For if you were to go against any teachings
You would be named a traitor, a heathen, and uncouth
I am still alive, still breathing
This judgment is not so bad
I do not wish to know what the future brings
But for now, despite it all, I am glad
I am free to hide in shadows
For it’s been requested I remain unseen
I answer to no one but myself
And I choose what I believe
Some may look at me despairing
Shaking their heads at the sight
Thinking me ignorant and a failure
That I am nothing more than a blight
But I have grown accustomed to the whispers
I no longer shudder at the stares
Yet I would give my life to save someone
If I could… but I cannot…
Because I’m not supposed to care
I am evil
I’m a demon
I should be tortured and defiled
I am darkness
I am shadow
Yet I too cringe when someone hurts a child
Think of me how you wish
I can live with your hate
But I am no longer a prisoner
Behind those pearly gates
Jasmine "~Storm Wolf~" Adored
- 14 years, 11 months, 8 days ago
