The Hybrid Nephilim

Wretched, wretched creature,
Learn your place in this world!
You are not the oyster's prize
But a cast-off, misshapen pearl.

Conceived in sinful darkness
When God turned a blind eye,
Borne of the weak and the winged,
You were never meant to fly.

You are neither earthly,
Nor in any way divine,
Hence it is only proper
You should dwell amongst swine.

So how dare your pride!
So how dare you try!
Whatever made you think
You could love the Sacred Butterfly?

Impertinent little fool!
You tried so hard to leech
The love of one whose heart
Is high beyond your reach.

I hope now you understand,
You anomaly without a name,
The garden was a secret
Because it was a shame.

Your cheeks shall be smitten,
Your heart be made to bleed,
None shall dry your tears,
None shall heed your need.

Return now to the shadows,
Show not yourself to any,
Pity not your misery
For it was never meant to be.