Fallen angels 
do not wait 
for operations of justice

hell being too eager 
with impetuous desire 
liquid with fire

an ignitability
sticky and buoyant 

burning 
with counter mechanisms
intrigues 
and righteous skepticism.

That grow and grow, 
every feather 
a blue hotel

a flog 
for the marring  

leaps as heaven 
condescends
takes it to heart.

Uncorks the wary
defensively parries!

backsliding -
plucks it apart. 

Stubborn, tragic
with sympathies of magic

raises hell
to a lost art.