The Fallen and The One Above

So, you think you can tell,
How she flies in heaven
And how he descended to hell,
Or how she resembles the dove and he, the raven.

She was a saint with the lips of a sinner,
The goddess who craved chaos
She was already a heavenly winner,
But, the one who weirdly craved the hell-ish loss.

Her smile in itself was devilish,
Her feet and her clothes shot invisible sparks setting men on fire
She was the angel with a devil's wish,
Her dreams were filled with pure desire.

He was the devil who fell,
The demon who was seeking peace
He was the beautifully dark one, i can tell,
The one who needed the pain to cease.

His notorious mask hid tears,
He was the one who craved Eden
His laugher too hid deep fears,
He was the one who feared the Armageddon.

Hell often wears the dress of light,
Heaven often appears too dark
Her desires with her being, fight,
His mistakes left on him, the mark.