There are Angels in Heaven and Angels in Hell,
Each with his wicked story to tell,
For the ancients are weighted with sins from long-living,
And the pain everlasting from giving and giving,
But the most devastating are the Angels on Earth,
Captive and carnal and doomed to feel mirth,
To live out their lives in woe loving others,
As a bystander shrouded by chains and by covers,
And blessed are those who are sought by these creatures,
With rings in their eyes and unusual features,
Who are given a chance to become something greater,
Blessed the harpy, blessed the satyr
The Angels on Earth who were doomed from the start,
To persish and wither from their delicate heart,
That shirks back in fear and feelings dejected,
With grievious misgivings never corrected.