Ancient Disoderliness

In the realm where stars doth dance and sway,

Where darkness reigns and light doth stray,

There lies a tale of angels once bright,

Now fallen, lost in eternal night.

From heaven's heights they took their flight,

With wings of white and hearts alight.

But envy crept into their souls,

And pride led them to darkened shoals.

Their leader, once so fair and true,

Cast down from skies of azure blue.

A rebel now, with wings of coal,

His heart consumed by bitter toll.

With him, a host of angels fell,

Their beauty tarnished, their fate a knell.

No more to bask in heaven's glow,

But to wander in the depths below.

Their wings, once spread in graceful flight,

Now bound by chains of endless night.

Their voices, once a choir's song,

Now wail in anguish, lost and longed.

Yet still they yearn for skies above,

For forgiveness and for endless love.

But redemption seems a distant dream,

As they dwell in shadows, lost, unseen.

So let us heed this cautionary tale,

Of pride and envy, and how they pale.

For even angels, once so high,

Can fall from grace and grace deny.