Fallen One

Once upon a time, I was an angel.

In a faraway land, I was innocent.

I fought the celestial war inside myself, 

a losing battle for the angels in white.

And a victory for those shrouded in darkness.

Surely, my fall shall end harshly with one last breath.

I know such a fall will take eternity,

but I am more than willing to wait.

I feel the warmth, comfort, of black wings.

They don’t lift, they catch and

deliver me to a dark world;

Surrounded by the Seven.

The seven angels with black wings, broken halos.

I’m reminded of who is always there.

The Deadly Seven have always been 

a power slumbering deep inside. 

Tis time to awaken, thanks to war.

I find joy in having them restored to me.

Deadly Seven, it is all thanks to thee.