As he fell through the dreary void,
The glistening stars- a mere memory remained;
He could not but think,
Flashes of memory that left him maimed.
He recalled his beauty,
The adulation, the love he held;
Once His most precious,
The morning star everyone beheld!
He always cherished as he still did,
His Father! His Twin! For them his love unbound;
But punished was he fairly so?
For questioning a decree unsound
He reasoned as a son would,
To fathom what he deemed not fair;
Commanded to prostate before him,
They who came from fire; Him who came from clay
‘Why must I kneel’? He pleaded,
‘When we serve his holy seat’;
A mortal, a trite, a trivial creation,
‘Why must we bow before his feet’?
By his words others were moved,
And they began to doubt; A murmur of dissent,
To their Lord they looked for an answer,
Taking a mutinous pretense!
But he remained unwilling,
Unmoved by his son’s plea;
He turned now to his other and proclaimed,
‘Michael let the doubters flee!’
Debarred from His kingdom, stripped from glory!
Thus from heaven Lucifer was cast;
A mistake so meager a sentence unjust,
By cruel fate- A Paradise Lost
Note:
->Based on the popular biblical saga
