Fall, in Grace.

He fell a fleet of stairs ,
Diving through the cyan mist-
Then, I knew what God felt
for his fallen angel;

To watch another crevice in his wings
And the strength of his broken fingers-
Rending through the sky
Yet cacophonous; yet proud.

His contorting silhouette,
The unwelcoming darkness of a chasm
dragging down the azure haze; wasted;
... yet to know he's mine.

With the first blow of Earth
His skull against that dreaded rock,
The screeching violence in his laughter;
...and the vermilion smoke diffusing his irises

I knew what Lucifer felt,
As God let him fall.