Fallen Angels

like fallen angels, they're abandoning their host
their crimson color marks the depth of their betrayals
they've fled, forsaking both their duty and their post
allowed the breeze to put the wind behind their sails
and carried downward, some while seeking greener grass
while others, shameless, always destined for the bottom
do not attempt to hide their joy that summer passed
unroll the scarlet, blood-red carpet, here comes autumn