"Even The Angels May Fall"

He stood there silently looking down at his bruised hands,
turning them over and over, while he knelt to the floor,
as if he was looking for some tell-tale sign upon them,
to explain why it all seems to slip through his fingers.

His dark sorrowful eyes seem to have lost their brilliance.
Whatever light had once radiated from them,
was now consumed by the sadness in his soul.
Now faded, the windows to his tired consciousness,
are fogged over by the cold chill of a wintry existence.

From his seemingly quiet perch above the traffic below,
he stands witness to events for which he no longer controls.
Fate has once more played it's cruel hand against him,
and again it has chosen to punish him for his optimism.
Each time it seems, the rules to this life forever change,
So that he may be denied his chance to succeed in helping another.

Once again, the blistered wounds along his palms,
Become the obvious symbols of his continuous failures.
He said he would always be there no matter the cost,
that no man-made barrier could prevent his intervention.
Yet it seems that each time his vow needs testing,
fate and time work their combine power against him.

He tries so desperately hard to be the strength of others,
to stand firm against the terrible typhoon of pain this life inflicts,
yet the price he pays in sorrow, is the burden he must alone endure.
For he is not part of any ring, but instead is the last link in the chain.

The sun begins to sink below the contrasting horizon,
as the last rays of divine radiance play off the roof tops.
Another lonely night awaits him in the dark shadows of the world.
An evening spent pondering questions he himself can never solve.
Time spent waiting for another chance to prove his worth,
Only to find tomorrow, that the darkness did not remove his inadequacies.

Slowly he spreads his wings and looks to the sky with eyes turned pitch,
He says nothing, yet exclaims all his guilt and exposes all his hurt.
If this humble existence is but a trial of one's character,
What is the reward for his understanding of the lesson being taught.
For the tests he endures, only grant him further anguish.