Fallen
A lone spirit plunges,
Into unknown regions
Crashing to the ground
And learning of truth
Finding he is exiled
Society sends him away
Lost and confused
He seeks to find his soul
A wandering strider
Skulking through the soul’s cloak
Present trapped by past
Future clouded by doubt
Leaving the earth
Finding his calling
He finds an angel
Accepted and free
Bliss is eternal
Even for the fallen
Graveyards
Living walk among the dead
They try to atone for past sins
By decorating markers of the fallen
But the living deserve to die
For they forget their lost friends
In their own lost cause
Wandering in the guise of the living
The fallen saints
The risen angel
Demon’s smirks
Angel’s stares
The light walks in darkness
The living walk among the dead
The graveyards are the shrines of us
Hades
Fading into darkness
He falls to blackest depths
Opening eyes to shadow
Shocking pain is kept
No more choices permitted
No more joyous sounds
No more loving people
No more leaping bounds
Denied his fate by heaven
He sits in shame and hate
Thinking of his past and future
He finds it was too late
But in the end, it’s okay. For even in the dark,
We see the light appear in a fate that seemed so stark
Reaper’s Sorrow
The reaper cries
As his sickle stabs down
For another will be brought
Into our cruel world
That new life
In ignorant bliss
Will wish the reaper
Would take them
But the grim messenger
Sighs in sorrow
As his blade pierces
Sobs are withheld
And a new cry of life resounds
Death and life
Intertwined and torn apart
As one falls, another rises
The reaper cries
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