Fate Light or Dark, Good or bad, Two forces always at the bark, Or so we have read. Samael, the morning star, A name we don’t hear so often, This name left a blemish, a scar, If you don’t remember, listen . Feathers and blood on the floor, A rare mix, Everyone knew the meaning at its core, Angels falling in the nyx. They were the fallen angels, ‘Fate’ is a word so wild, After all, the devil was once an angel, God's favourite child.