I was once called an angel
I had wings and everything
And I could fly like a bird
I could watch from above
I had a tongue like fire
That sizzled over ignorance
That despised despotism
Alas, I was made thy serpent
And my limbs a slithering mess
Whenceforth evil shall rest
Apple apple, burning bright
In thy Garden of the Knight.
Too weak a creation,
Too smart thy enemy.
Banishment can never
Put me to my grave.
I am now the fallen angel
But I’ll always be an angel.