Plunging through the clouds down to earth
Hitting the ground, hard, and wet with tears.
I vanish at the moment true,
A dark red puddle then appears.
It takes a form,
Heavenly wings were ripped off, torn.
Grew instead were the wings of demons
When I attempted to fly once more.
I tried to show Him that I belong
I did my best to prove Lord wrong.
But Heaven rejects me
My wings don't work in the Realm of God.
And my true place Hell denies me having never sinned.
The victim of a tragic mistake,
An angel who fell out of Heaven for sins not committed
And denied by Hell for the reason same,
He remains on mortal earth forevermore waiting for nothing
Questioning these events and their meaning.
What is to become of Dante?
Will he remain this way?
That, nobody knows.