Angel Of Darkness

There was once an angel blessed with golden light, he was given everything his glory harp and might. The right hand of his graceful presence alertly guarding the gardens of heaven, no devils dared to corrupt as he worked with Joy and delight. 

Now I am a Shrivelled form of what I was once. 

Curses took me blind by rage and I am the King of evil forms. Those princes of perdition torturing the world are my servants, I order them to kill the light and destroy all humans. 

My worst betrayal took my harp my duties dully destroyed. My sins overtook the waves of the ocean and I became a king of all dark ones.  

A king with empty hands poisoned heart and a mind full of dirt. 

What once I thought I would rule in gold is now turned into dust.

I got nothing and have lost it all, just left with bitterness thirst and empty love.