Empyrean
Zachary Frazier (Ambient Vale)
And let it be spoken
The light you've stolen
Won't be left forever in your hands
It shall be brought back again
Keep this light in your hands
They are his tools of creation
He made them with good intentions
But some have fallen short of those intentions
Becoming more dark
Falling far beneath the expectations
They can't fall without repaying their pension
Not all have fallen
The light keeps the truth in heart
The dark twists and distorts it
Evilness rips the heart apart
Even the hearts of these angelic beings
Even their strength in light can lean
The assistants of creation
Follow their maker's command
They soon find their own way
The fear of darkness in their core
Soon subsides and they fall, just as before