Fallen

For K, and S, and sometimes Y


Castaway from a heavenly court
You pulled aside a shielded wing
To reveal the darkness
That pulsed through you first, last
When your Maker insisted
Your desires are not worth the Creation.

It is easy for me to advise rebellion.
She is not my mother.
I am not chained in blood.
Still, hear and heed as now I say:
The sin of the tree
Does not rule the apple.
You have sweetness untold.
You are yet a queen of autumn.