Dear Lord, save my soul
It’s just been apprehended
By the most marvelous devil
In a pair of one of your best angel’s wings
With no return address
I don’t know how it’ll get back
To its’ rightful place
Unless, of course,
It’s found better solace
Among the downtrodden angels
(The ones cast down years ago)
Then, dear Lord,
Let it flourish
With vigor, and a mischievous grin
And maybe a wink and half
Never return again
Except by his hand 
The devil with your best angel’s wings