"Abide with me, ye fallen angels,
tattered wings & all.
Stretch your feet towards the fire
& regale me with tales of heaven.
Pretend, tonight,
under yonder moon light,
that we are saints & martyrs.
Pretend that we will find heaven again."

I love this opening section...Something about it just appeals...Maybe the part about saints and martyrs indicating the good and bad in humanity...I don't know...like it though.

Sent to @curangel mate...Plus, there's a typo in your line three...I corrected it in this comment. (You instead of your)