The Fallen Angel of the Darkest Sins.

His wings held the darkest curses

Of the seven underworlds.

Six feet tall, 

Ten feet wide,

And seven thick layers

Of deep ebony pennons.

A feather falling from him

Into your bare hands

Would stain your soul 

Or manipulate your destiny,

That no matter how pure 

You try to be, this bad luck 

Will always interfere until

You accept the black mark 

His feather has made on you.

You might have already judged

That he is the devil himself,

But that, he is definitely not.

He is an angel, a fallen one too.

He bore the sins of the world 

Burdened himself 

With the shadows and

Deepest untold secrets

That shifted the light into coal.

His appearance is that of a Raven

In human form.

Dusky onyx coloring

His eyes, hair and clothes.

Maintaining these curses solely

For far too long

Is the job he volunteered to do.

For he loved a sinner,

A Demon, they had called her.

She bore the sins of lust and greed,

That led her to her deathbed.

To repent his sin for not falling

On Earth

Earlier than he did 

To save her soul,

He decided to fall 

After he lost his beloved

And hold the sins of all.

But he did not know the extent 

Of the darkness that lies 

In this universe.

He did not know it could be


He did not understand that 

Once a cup is full, 

It will overflow;

His feathers started to fall off

So he could endure 

The rest of the darkness.

So, fellow humans,

If you happen to encounter

A black feather

And the curse starts to run 

Through your vessels,

Please remember the burdens 

An angel had to handle until now

And carry it for him. 

Fight the dark temptations

But please carry it for him.