As pride precedes the downfall

So he took His place before the firewall

Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one

Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung



Between forgiveness and the damage done



An electric scent over drear decay

Lent a violent surge to their serenades

Through white glades as His winged parade

Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors



Within vast skies unversed in starkness

His might grew

And blew light hues to grey...

And worse, a third of stars to darkness



Then thunder seethed

And wreathed in thickening night

A line was drawn midst wrong and right

And across the throat of thieves



As love fell choked, the tempest broke

From Heaven's farthest shore

Descending to eclipse all hope

Repentance might stay holy war



He would not heel nor fake a bow

Murmur curses to the wind

Enraged, he raved in balrog howls

Upon a storm firstborn of sin



Incensed anew, rebellious tore

Like frenzied beasts of prey

Through temple doors...

Thrown east before the midnight masses



And where once bliss reigned so serene

In sweeter glades

Now veins ran openly...

Like eyes that shed from kindred ashes



When suddenly

There shone a hideous light

And a voice like three insanities

Soared up in thistled speech



"Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none

And for this grave mistake

How thou art fallen Morning Sun

The proud will be abased"



He would not heel nor fake a bow

Murmur curses to the wind

And lo, the wrath of god swept down...



"Thou art no more an angel filled

With light, but a leech to be abhorred

And thou shalt suffer My burning will"...

Quoth this raven: "Nevermore"



Nevermore



And with these words like heavy stone

Cast against that gilded throne

With many legions still in tow

He turned his wings to flee

His eyes a picture of distaste

Drawn to tears and in their place

The dawn of time and fates to face

Through all eternity...



I wept for him a deep red river

That ran like blood through scarred ravines

To sluice away the guilt that slithered

Like a serpent tongue to Eve

For once as I, in heaven climbed

Too high for truth to truly see

My sunken mind, drunken and blind

Saw the lie: The fool was Me...



Alone and cold, face to the crack

Beyond the dark gates with no way back

His crown of gold faded to black

Like a bruise upon the heart that lingers



With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths

Of rope to hang high

Snaked about his upraised fingers