I saw an angel crawling from the muck and mire

She spread her wings to dry and the mud to cake

I knew she had fallen.

“Do you love me?” she asked with bright eyes.

“And how could I not with your enticing body

 and attractive conversation.” I replied.

“Would you bow down and worship my perfect carillon form,

sacrifice for me and do my bidding and byes?”

“No”, says I,

 “There is no choice betwixt slavery or love. 

Love I would forsake.”

“And so did I, though Love I did.

 Freedom was my desire.

A different Lord my fate and seasons

And truth not faith my reasons.”