Misery

The fallen angel bestowed upon them, a wish filled with grief.
Their tears established a river, flowing with ease.
Despite their pleas, wrath gently devours the divine being.
Their flame of hope can no longer illuminate the dark.

Filled with pride, stand tall the deadly sins.
Offering them sadistic grins, with a hint of mischief.
Misery blankets the speck of light that remains.
With nothing to shine.