Encircle to me the clippings of the lost wings
That would have lifted me up to where I want to be.

So sad this tale, tears are shed
Of one angel, left for dead.
Once a mortal, loving true, so lost of paradise for the Sin-
He loved too much and gave her up.
She was his One. He gave her up-
To the man he envied, and his paramour loved.
Let the man be Sin, and the mortal lover Sacrifice.
Sin was evil, with madness on his shoulder chattering in his ear. He did not love the One.
By means,  Sin was meant to die. Sacrifice forsaw-
And due to virtuous heart, and loving tender to his One-
He met death halfway. For his One he did adore, to the reaper he did implore-
"Take me as pleb, and set him free. To my shoulders I steal his burden, and cloak him hidden in my light. Exchange us places and positions, so She may live a Happy life."

Life's opposite peered into sacrifices heart and thought, and so deemed him worthy of such a bargain.
He ordained, and stripped Sacrifice of his good, portrayed upon sin, whose heart seemed lighter for reason unexplainable to he.
Mancled and weighed by Sin's heavy deeds, though clad in pale wings spun of goodness revealed nature true.
Into hell he did march, in the name of the happiness of his One.
He was well recieved.