Forgive Me, Padre, For I Have Sinned
Cast me gently into the early hours of the morning, for once again the long and cold winter night has been cruel and unkind.
Take me to a place of unrequited love; a river that flows of holiness for my smeared blood stains to be washed away.
Cast me gently a bed of petal roses, as alas, my broken wings can no longer slow down the impact of my cursed fall.
Take me to a place of divinity; a shelter filled with warm smiles and laughter, a reminder that I too was once a God's serving angel.
Cast me gently a sprinkled spell of amnesia; an unloving memory of having been banished and fallen in grace.
Take me to a place of forgiveness; heaven filled with the warm embrace of the sun, a reminder that I too had once been loved.
Cast me gently the skills of a hunter; a seeker that will safe keep the bloodied trail of my broken clipped wings.
Take me to a place of gratitude; a safe haven filled with the unconditional love from a frail woman who was once my beloved mother.
Cast me gently the touch of loving hands; a soothing caress that will slowly ease my lingering pain away.
Take me to a place of creativity; a skilled tailor with a spinning ball yard of a threaded needle, a reminder that my bloodied wings once too oozed with the softness of white purity.
Image: Fallen Archangel Samael By Valyavande