The Inferno of Angels

Would sorrow sing on unruly wings,
When angels fell from the sky?
Their tears glittering diamonds in the night,
As they crash into Earth, unseen to our sight.

And the nine angels each of broken bonds,
Who fall deeper into Earth's lined layers.
One circle of virtue, and one of love,
Both have vultures above,
Who torment the angels like hounds upon heel.

And into the third ring the angel who selfishly ate,
Many rains gone into his pregnant belly.
And the rains and thunder shook him like quakes,
As though with their anger they'd sent him off to fate.

And the fourth of angels who took and destroyed,
The angels who never gave back,
Fell to lie in stacks of needles,
Whose pricks were ice upon their bodies.

Five are fallen toward Earth's hot core,
The newest angels forming the ring of violence,
In the black river their red wings cannot fly,
Though they try as try hatchlings who fall to their doom.

Rebelling against God, do angels still fall,
And fall into the arms of the snakes and bats,
Caught by those who gorge upon their despair,
The despair which feeds them is fodder for the Violent Ones.

The Violent Ones are still angels yet,
Who turned to malice and destruction.
And threw themselves or others into the Earth,
In torment they run upon fire unending,
Like the screams of the dead,
The wind starts its sending.

Trapped in ruts,
The angels of lies,
No one is trusted,
As none can be,
Like sweet-smelling flowers,
Who devour the bees.

And finally all of the angels condemned,
The Bringer of Light on icy floor,
Devouring flesh and entrails,
A starved vulture of evil and ruin,
The traitorous Father of Lies.

Thus are they sent,
By the Good Lord above,
To be burned and broken and frozen in Hell.
And in that inferno,
Are bloody wings as weeped tears,
Lost forever and unwanted by all.