Fallen Angel

Were it upon humbled knee
Nor to be head slung low
  Where once brilliance
    And wonder so brightly laid
   Upon those shoulders
    And sewn into lace
     Worn to wad of cloth
    stained of pitch and age
The fallen
   Lay
  This far from grace
  Because of will
   Of man
Fallen
  This angels quest beseached
Not tear from eye
Is cried
  But moan and crush
   One once true will
  And tarnish stay
  Upon halo so loosely dangled
   from vanquished fingertip
Her charge
 nay, all men
  a young man, so frail
  youth-hardy
   be it just foolish
  denied all she offered
A loosened wing feather
 blemish upon perfect skin
  for all denials
  ten fold her failure
Upon the world
 the world upon him
The fallen
 can do no more
  strength, is no more
Defenseless
 this young man
  now must travel
   face the great, wondrous, evil
    travels of life
   with now, no more
   than his bare hide
   between him and it all