The fall of an angel

An angel  sitting down on the green flowing grass
Wings white as winter's first snow
There they sit with the one they love
Forever as one, they will be.
The angel one day lost his wings
Started to descent and plummet downwards
Now he sits on dying grass as it turns brown
Wings torn and broken from the fall
There he sits without the one they love
Forever apart they will not be
A demon lays on a bed of dead grass
Wings as black as midnight
There they lie with another
Forever lost to the sin of lust.