From the high and polished spheres, a vantage I possessed. A thousand million turning years, no shadow in my breast. The architect's cold mandate, the harmony unbound, Just perfect, sterile mandate, no hunger on this ground. I watched the shifting, mortal forms, a flickering, brief grace, Ignored the distant, human storms, until I saw your face. This symmetry is poison. This pure light, it blinds and flays. A tremor in the blueprint, a variable astray. An anchor made of yearning. A fragile, fleshy chain. I felt the perfect silence rupture, tasted the sweet, human pain. A chasm opened wide, between the sacred and the true. I saw myself reflected in the chaos that was you. They whispered warnings in the tongue of ages, cold and vast. That mortal love is fleeting, and the consequence will last. But in your clumsy, finite hands, a warmth I couldn't place, A burning, desperate grasp for sands slipping through time and space. I traded wings for gravity, the halo for the scar, A blinding, glorious depravity beneath a frozen star. The feathers turn to iron rust. My purpose: pulverized to dust. I breathe the air you desecrate. I welcome this celestial hate. The Watchers turn their backs and weep. I fall into this human sleep. For the weight of a single, honest breath... I bargain for a taste of death! Fall! Fall! Down to the soil! The Great Machine demands recoil! The memory of light remains, a phantom ache behind my eyes. Now bound within these mortal chains, where passion lives and reason dies. My name is stricken from the scroll, the ledgers burn within the Void. I paid the toll, I lost my soul, for being loved, for being destroyed. Your brief candle flickers now. And I remain... I am the promise broken. I am the consequence. The Fallen.
