The angel stirs, from the ground,
his head lifts, he looks around.
From the mud, in which he lies,
all he sees is hell in his eyes.
He looks down, looks at his hand,
it once held something much more grand.
He is chained down, cannot be free,
nailed down there, for all to see.
He hates what the future brings,
he is the angel with leather wings.

He has wronged, he will do it no more,
sinned by knocking on Heaven's door.
He lived in sin, knew every vice,
now it's time for him to pay the price.
He has lost now, he's not in control,
he now knows torment in his soul.

Here lies now, the angel in leather wings,
guilty of over a million things.
This is the place, where evil may lay,
and it is here, that evil will stay.
This six foot plot, that he has found,
forever bound now, into the ground.
Never to return to the land of his birth,
forever condemed to live on Earth.

03/14/2002

Author's Note: I had gotten the idea from this poem from the description of Lucifer in the Dante's Divine Comedy. Instead of some half man/goat Satan figure that Protestants tend to think him as, Dante protraied Lucifer to be stuck in the center of Earth, pinned forever in mud and ash, suffering for all eternity. His three faces matched his three greatest sins, and in each mouth he was chewing on the three greatest sinners ever to live. (Judas Iscariot, Cassius, and Brutus) I only put this in the 'Epic' category because I really bring myself to click the 'Inspirational' button, and that the Divine Comedy is an Epic Poem.

Posted on 03/14/2002
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