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