To Divinity and Back Again

So easy is it to believe the worst of those in the unknown
But still they allowed me to go and do it all on my own.
Those who warned me were right and I was wrong.
They beheld in sadness as she led me right and along.

Life seemed as simple as waking to the morning sun.
Lukewarm times where everything was simple fun.
And yet fights were scattered like fingers playing the flute.
Sins committed being worse than Eve and the Forbidden Fruit.

The traps she set sprang at the cost of all that made me smile.
As I sought refuge from Little Moses at the bank of the Nile.
For to whom did I owe my true allegiance in these troubled times.
I wished to pledge myself to a Messiah who would forgive my crimes.

Everything in the past makes my eyes well up with tears.
To clip it short like rows of maize with a crude set of shears.
Quite frustrating that those who deserve it, cannot embrace the truth.
That to the very end of the conflict I waged war with all but nail and tooth.

I was aware that no mortal man of this world knew the perfect dance.
And so willing was I to give foolish queens all but never a second chance.
For since I never gave in, I was promised that my destiny would come year-round.
So on Wings of Fire, I would take to the skies where the Divine King was crowned.

Though I was happy in the sky as I left a divine trail of red,
I grew homesick and decided to live as a mortal man instead.
So I clipped the wings of fire from my back and buried them sometime in June.
And from the soil emerged a sign to all that my glorious return shall be soon.