The Devil Himself

I am an angel, yes, but I have fallen. I have been shunned from my very cloud, my only home, my only life and love. Although I have been damned to the underworld, I sit here alone in the dark, gladly damned. I am devastated of her absence but, I am also slightly content with the fact that I had the privilege to call her mine, even if it only was for short time. If I could go back in time I wouldn't change a thing. I'd be selfish and repeat the same doomed mistakes just to see her face, her smile, her beautiful pink lips form the words that fuel my very existence, the words of, "I love you." Many call me a fool for what I've done, giving my wings up for a woman. Though she was more than just a woman. She was the woman that had the power to make me miserable or the happiest man to exist. Centuries go by as I wither in pain and longing until one day a miracle came to be, a miracle that I, the devil himself; didn't see coming.