According To Reliable Sources Poem by GORDON GILHULY

"and falling thus was not so bad, " he claimed:
"a star, a blinding light through angry skies,
but oh, the huddled trees became as though
a thousand virgin girls all golden hair.

such accolytes the world has never seen,
so eager thus to learn that suffering
is indestructible as fire and pain,
and vengeance always just an open door.

and so I fell, " he whispered, wrapped in flames,
"amid the curses of your petty God.
and yet, I swear, the moon betrayed His tears
before His hardened heart and soul were closed."

then, as he left, he whispered to my soul,
"all love is false and hearts will ne'er be whole."