Poetry of the Damned

Fallen

I am no saint

So do not faint

It will not do you well.

I am neither messiah

Nor a pariah

And I am not under some spell.

Am I a prophet?

Not, that is not it

So excuse me if I yell.

Is this no fun?

Well, I am not the sun

That heat would be like hell.

I am not the best

So please hazard a guess

I am not "il" but "elle."

Who am I?

I'm not so fine

For you to call me belle.

But just perhaps

There are some scraps

Of my name before I fell.