One who has the goodness of love
Who has white feathered wings
as beautiful as the heavens themself
Eyes radiating kindness
a white robe of a saint
Whos fascination and curiosity
condemned his very soul
For he dwelt where interloping
was taboo
Now fallen
black feathered wings
as corrupt as the hells themselves
Eyes radiating abhorrence
a black robe of a cultist
He wanders the source
of his
fascination and curiosity
To spend eternal is his sentence
To live among the creation
of the almighty
his ruler
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