Lucifer

Us, God’s new race, He found,

Worthless for His brows to crease,

As our feet, did tread, fists, did pound,

Piercing, His eternal peace.

Him, spilling perfect pride,

Did glow, the face, profound.

Beauty, in His art-like stride,

As His ghastly feet, did caress, the Amber Mound.

In His veins, did run, the Heavenly flood.

The Sword, He did wield, of Immortal Gold.

But ours, did only hold, Mortal Blood.

And, Blades of Iron, could we only mold.

A look, upon us, He refused,

His fierce eyes, did shine, like the ninth Ring of ten,

Too unworthy, for Him to be roused.

Not anymore, among the Angels, His men.

Him: Lucifer. Was cast, untold,

The Fallen Angel, the Light Bringer.

As He fell, His Golden Plumage, did unfold.

And forever, the Morning Star’s light, did linger.