Fall of the Dove

Dedicated to John Milton

There once was a dove who flew in the heavens above

 He grew envious of his father the sun

He ordered bow down to the meek for they are my love

What foolish things in which you speak said the dove to the sun

 

Shall we bow unto the meek when I am king?

All I long for is to rule over such a thing

You are my father and I your son

I will have it when the almighty sun is gone

 

The almighty uttered if you wish it you shall have your throne

After this the dove began to fall

As it spiraled towards the ground and fly’s poured from its mouth

Something came to few, the dove now knew how awful goodness is

 

With a calamity the dove struck the earth

To sit in its throne for eternity to come

In order to rule over the earth and the sun’s love

But every now and then some would sprout wings and fly away

It left the dove forever wishing to undo Milton’s story

 

As for the sun he asked the dove

Can you find love in such loathing and disarray?

Author's Note

Dedicated to John Milton