Born from refracted crystal light
Creating sculpted porcelain,
An angel spawned from cirrus wisps
As pure as freshly settled snow.
Skin without flaws or blemishes
From brow to illiac then soles,
Whole in body and free of mind
With nothing but holy notions
To entertain his conciousness.
Yet the creature's heavenly eyes
Were unable to glance behind
And view the limbs upon his back
Shedding silky downy feathers,
One fine, the other fractured.
That innocent child of the Lord
Approached the sky's edge, intending
To spread his wings wide and fulfil
his Father's work, but upon his
Faithful leap he frightfully found
his form betrayed his trust, and he
Fell, forsaken, from sky to earth.
