Beautifully Tragicly Enchanting

On the edge of a cliff
the breeze on my face
my simple white gown
Threaded in lace

A heavenly aura
Two white feathered wings
On screeches in pain
the other just sings

You fell from the sky
With a wing that was torn
and a sin ingraved
Dark like a thorn

Once rosy with youth
You wing torn apart
One not there at all
The other turned dark

We called you the fallen
The ones who had sin
Cast from the Heavens
You were trash in a bin

Lonely and cold
you sat in a corner
Your no longer joyful
Your just a sad Mourner

As stars streaked the sky
So did the Exiles
Flying to East
They passed rivers and Niles

And i stood on the cliff
Doubting my Lord
A treason to Exile
As i saw Satans Horde

But the truth of the world
Is not sweet as a plum
The is a Pain and a Hatred
That makes a sad Humm

A world of great evil
A world of great magic
Strangly Enchanting
And Beautifully Tragic...