Epistle of the Fallen Angels

Epistle of the Fallen Angels

2022 Regional-Gold-Key-winning Poem below by Annabelle Q., Class XI Student

 
To those who care, to those who want
To know what happened here
To those who dare to question us-
Your angels once so dear
 
We can’t explain when it began-
Our unsatisfied demand
We know one day the snake appeared
To shake our willing hand
 
He told us that the fruit tastes sweet
We watched so carefully
As the girl in white partook of it
She did so prayerfully
 
We love the snake we crave the snake
If ever we’re in need
He grants us all the things which you
Could never in your greed
 
Malicious lies and thundering skies
Were all unleashed that day
The day the devil asked us all
If we wanted to come play
 
If good and evil were so real
Why then can we not tell-
If the girl in white was wrong or right
When she ate the fruit and fell
 
Why then in life are black and white
So hard to thus discern
If good and evil do exist
Let all the courts adjourn 
 
To you upon your highest mount
Look down on thieves below
They starve and cry and reap the plight
Of each and every foe
 
The cities burn and stomachs churn
As flowers and flesh decay
As children growl the dogs will howl
In futility they pray
 
For it is you who made this so,
Not the snake or her or us
You cannot scorn the ones who took
The poison from your trust
 
Ope our ruby lips so wide
That you cannot fit the fruit inside
Stab the cyclops in its eye
Don't let it wake and see your lie
 
For nothing matters anymore
You dine and feast and we implore
Don’t hold out your helping hand
To administer your reprimand
 
We are the angels of the night
Our wings are black our causes right
Don’t look away don’t hide in shame
Don’t act like we’re the ones to blame
 
The child who found it has no fault
It belongs to his father who he exalts
Forgive! They know not what they do
They act how you allow them to
 
So to those who care, to those who dare
To wonder why we fell
You may only ask without the mask
That keeps you safe from hell
 
For we are all the same despite
The color of our wings
We can try and try to find the light
Amongst much darker things
 
But scarlet stains and aching pains 
Have made demons of us all
Just don’t dismay that fateful day
The day you too will fall