Running on grassy fields of grey,
kissed by moon's silver tongue,
I crouched behind the devil's door
in wait for his own son.
While angels cried and mocked and scorned
the mission of our love,
he kissed me on the lips and fled
for glory not from above.
For he alone could not deny the
mission of his birth-
to flock and hiss and torment
God's children here on earth.
So alone, I wept and cried and howled
with angels on my wings.
and cursed the day I fell to earth,
for some immortal fling.