Such Angels down from clouds were tore
From heaven to ground, on this earthly shore
Uplifted, their arms, beckoned back to that home
While here I was left ignored and alone

Righteous I thought, I always would be
Their interest, seems though, was other than me
Their cries come in waves, they wish to be warm
From the mortality, cold, which crept up their arms

I sought just a friend, a simple request
Not firmness of leg, or softness of breast
But there they desired, and wouldn't look away
Or for one lonesome man, to stop, and to pray

What mark do I bare, emblazoned my head?
What face do I show, they so seem to dread?
Am I not human, do I not love?
Ought they not look down, instead of above?

Calloused my heart, I took to the streets
When then by chance, a friend I did meet
Who dressed all in black, suggestive- assertive
Her hither-come smile, sharp and perverted

"A friend I can be, for little a price
my eternal embrace, the cost just your life."
Her words lingered on, as I contemplated
A lover eternal, my heart seemed elated

When once I had sought only affection
I was shamed and deplored, which lead to reflection
The value of my life was I found was diminished
By those I petitioned for simple kindness

When once I was worthy, their eyes they averted
They desired their warmth and left me deserted
So here in the fire in those hands I am placed
Sold to the wicked for her simple embrace