Morning Star

They sat with halos above their heads. 

Their thoughts so pure and white.

Their wing curved so perfectly, 

They sing through the darkest night. 

 

One angel, Morning Star, see's his

Lord's creations. And shuns them all. 

They shall not better him, ever. 

But 'twas his pride before his fall.

 

He was perfect 'til that time, 

He was needed by the Creator, 

But at that moment he turned, 

He became a hater, a traitor. 

 

Banished from heaven, 

Down, far down he fell. 

And from the ruined angels, 

Spewed forth hell. 

 

Bloodied and tattered wings

Fire, ashes, hatred and pain, 

Hell's wide open gates,

Drive many angels insane,

 

They begged of Satan, O mighty,

O Bright Star, close the gates, 

Let in only those who serve you,

Lie to many and change their fates. 

 

The devil became the tempter, 

The snake, the dragon, a king. 

He lied, cheated, fought and stole, 

He deprived many of everything. 

 

He was a law unto his self, 

Minions by the million, 

He tempted humanity, 

In a way so reptilian. 

 

He reins over a dead land, 

A burning pit of souls, 

Yet we don't know, for sure, 

How many he controls.

 

Many with greed and lust, 

Would make a deal with him, 

And most to all would die,

In ways so very grim.

 

Their trade was done, 

Satan had his hold, 

And was free to torture

Their trapped souls. 

Reviews

[Darksummerswind]

Oh man, this is AMAZING! I mean it, it is really an amazing poem.

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They begged of Satan, O mighty,
O Bright Star, close the gates,
Let in only those who serve you,
Lie to many and change their fates.

I really liked this part, i loved it all. Such a wonderful write. There is some truth within this write. Something to think on as well. Nicely done....xo