The Victim

They danced like wolves,

High upon the silver clouds,

Intoxicated, maddened by the power that they held,

Hungry, parched, thirsting for a victim,

They stared into the world below,

They found their prey,

A lonely maiden standing deep in the woods,

And they dived down straight from the skies,

And when the angels entered her heart,

She fell.... .... in love.