Trinity

There he is - the Other Son, the fairest of His creatures.
His beloved, the luminous! Chosen leader of a third of His angels!
There he crouches on the hilltop, his sooty webbed wings folded,

Waiting; watching; biding his time for the perfect moment,
To swoop down and plunge in his talons,
So he can savour every instant of my descent

Into his horrid demesne, the same dark fire that devoured his own lustre.
For, to watch me sink low in His eyes, besmirched and shamed -
That is his envious heart's sole desire, his only pleasure!

And so he comes to me in this dreary desert's pit,
At the rock bottom of my misery (oh! the pain clawing at my guts!),
To mock me, to tempt me, and in my face to spit!

Yet, neither you nor I know, Lucifer, His mysterious design:
(As indeed, the ways of God are far beyond our ken.)
His splendid plans for the Trinity - the Father, the Son, and the Other Son!