Through Earth and Air I fall,

Plummeting down into velvet night.

My heart too high, their reactions of appall.

Outstretched fingers grasp lavender light,

Oh how could the One have had the gall?

The ground rushes up to meet me, fright o! bitter fright

As I'm cast away from the glory of it all.

My wings are torn, nevermore my flight

And now from the heavens that bore me I fall...

'O cursed the fiend, begone from our sight!'

Broken on the shore, I lift myself and crawl-

This is not the end of me, they shall fear my might