Stephen Rael Poetry

I. Fall From Paradise

Their voices gently echo
With the sound of their wings
While they’re wondering through heaven
Rose his threatening dream

II. Tattered Wings

Satan:
My rage is strong, my beauty gone
And where is he, with all his love
He cast me out, to Hell he shouts
To fiery depths and hallowed grounds

I lay and burn, I am cursed
And I can’t wait to spoil earth
That’s just it, my hate’s intent
To turn their minds make them divide

I will deceive, make them concede
Turn their eyes from their deity
It will work, my plan to hurt
Make them feel a downbeat worth

Tattered wings will be my guide
Take me deep into the night
Bringing falseness upon man
Is just a part of the master plan

I am the king of dreadful things
The planner of your darkened dreams
I’ll fight the one, who lives above
Be the one to ruin love

Crown of horns, my spirits scorned
There is no calm before my storm
The demons wake, from in the lake
The innocence from man I’ll take

Dawn of fire, darkened desire
My will becomes the worlds messiah
The fall did ache, my beauty changed
I’m forever bound to be this strange

Tattered wings will be my guide
Flying straight into the sky
Destroying man remains my scheme
I am the madness inside their scream


My voice brings no echo
Nor do my empty wings
And I’m pondering about heaven
My selfish ugly dream

Poet: Stephen Rael