The Fall of Lucifer: Virtus

So marched unyielding Lucifer,
Morning star brightly shining,
his need for order did ensure,
angel's blood as heaven's lining,

His soul, forged of fire pure,
caused his skin to blister,
as he fearlessly charged against,
his brother and his sister,

"Look at the lord," He cried, and cried,
"put his word to the test,
All too soon you'll surely see,
all I long for is what's best."

One by one his allies fell,
his vanguard torn asunder,
by will alone he forged a path,
when the others did surrender,

Finally, In his own warped mind,
could be seen the true beauty,
his vigor was by far the greatest,
the masterpiece of his Deity.

And those who survived him,
speak the truth of what they know,
of his eyes of false purpose,
and terrible wrath filled woe.

To the throne he marched,
And all of heaven did quake,
Only when he saw the tears of God,
did he finally see his mistake,

For forgiveness, he did plead,
for grace, and understanding he asked,
for how could he follow so blindly,
when not fully comprehending the task.

Verbally the answer was silence,
so again his heart did swell,
And he pondered then his fate,
when from the heavens he fell.

Now the scholars will all laugh,
And the poets only can cry,
to have seen God's beautiful creation,
His majesty gone awry.

The Fall of Lucifer: Veritas

So the one who was made perfect,

and under only the Sun would shine,

was called forward to kneel,

by the Righteous Divine.

But when the charge was seen,

the great creation corrupt,

he saw no need to kneel,

before the morally bankrupt.

They're called to make peace,

and to praise God on high,

but their souls were wicked,

and their worship a lie.

Their hearts were impure,

as their own flesh they rend,

and God asked for to bow,

and on knee to bend,

How can one be humble,

and lay down before,

all the ones so unholy,

scoffing at divine law.

The truth did elude him,

and caused his heart to swell,

so he searched for the answers,

on the mountains, and in wells.

No answers he could find,

no answers save but one,

the Lord must be fallible,

His divinity undone.

So he called out to anyone,

and found those among his peers,

who saw no truth in their orders,

who echoed his fears.

Structure must be preserved,

and now God must be felled,

as Heaven would surely crumble,

if order were not upheld.

So he looked unto his Father,

with sobs and with regret,

for now he was forced to challenge,

the one he owed his debts.

But one path shone through tears,

trepidation no more,

and he sadly raised his horn,

to call Heaven to war.

Nonsense

On the cold windswept plains of the fiery desert,

an incorrigible iconoclast assembled irrelevant dictations,

while the hard, cracked soil was soft and comforting,

beneath newly rested and tired feet.

Stumbling in the stillness of the dark,

Gathering bearings by only the brightest of dim flames,

the harrowing journey comfortably carried on,

for years at a time.

How can we do anything but wander,

when our sun, shining bright enough to burn skin,

cannot act as our compass,

to the darkness brought on by knowing the truth,

or learning that one can never fully understand it.

A fully understood vagueness varies,

as the visceral viciousness of vivacity,

drives a dearth of distinguishment,

through an egregious chiasm of miasma.

And on the journey of a thousand thoughts,

bearing an absence of any and all words,

once is forced to stop while pressed to move,

and asked to unravel and otherwise decode,

the mystery of dress slacks.

Hubris

An echo of love once spoke to me,

from the darkness of eternity,

of bonds of kinship formed in steel,

quickly dissolved in a fit of zeal,

when a one whose loyalty claimed everlong,

was met in passing by the slightest wrongs.

In response a call went out to the sky,

demands of justice six feet high,

for sacrifice and suffering he did live,

oft more than he had he would gladly give,

but now a trial needed to be heard,

for he could not tolerate the offensive word.

An apology was demanded at once,

for what was claimed a horrid affront,

But no sooner was it asked then it was received,

but it evaporated in the air, so not retrieved.

Since words are worthless as a cold, dark sun,

the man requested aggregious retribution.

The response was given, violent and swift,

no compensation given to seal this rift,

They then both turned and walked away,

and spoke no more after that day,

From then on whenever they encountered another,

they spoke only of the offenses of their brother,

When asked of the other, they always lied,

and said there was no peace, even though they tried,

As ages past, and their bones dried,

they thought of each other and always cried,

No reconciliation given, as foolish pride,

ensured they never met again, until one died.

Spirit

Down on the pavement

bleeding, bruised, and now swelling

I stared at my foe.

Throughout my body,

the violent spikes of pain

distort his visage

Every movement,

or involuntary twitch,

burning agony

Over beaten bone,

and surrendering sinew,

pain sings out in fire

It must be over

the agony burns my thoughts

my mind fills with ash

And if I could stand

I possess no strategy

defeat is my tomb

My limbs atrophy

yet something still stirs inside

whispering madness

Ringing fills my ears

and the whispers have no words

but they have passion

All goals disappear

rationale evaporates

just sheer will remains

Before I can think

I am on my feet again

the pain is too much

the world stops briefly

then the drive ignites the pain

its flames are my fuel

He sees the process

amazed and in awe of it

the dead man rising

quickly our eyes meet

for the slightest of moments

the battle pauses

We smile with privilege

glimpsing a humanity

more than physical

Noir

As a siren cries in the distance

a single man walks the night

along an empty city street

as the cloudy remnants of newly finished rain,
spread veinly across the sky
like a moth eaten curtain trying to hide the moon
which casts a pall lifeless gray over the ichor of the wet city street.

A solitary street lamp flickers violently before popping,
desperatley trying for one last attempt to assist the moon
to bring light to these dark, wet corners,
that even on the brightest day
never seem to get enough light.

As the man keeps walking,
Steam slowly flows out of a grate
by the corner of a nearby building,
the breath of the city itself
sighing at the loneliness of the street.

A few dead leaves line the wet, trash filled streets,
markers of the life that this night no longer seems present,
while a slight foul odor oozes out of a nearby alleyway,
but is all but carried away by a late autumn wind.

The man keeps walking,
as he knows he must.
He's one of the few left in these parts to cast light,
though mortal eyes cannot see it.
Still, his motives lie buried deep
in a forgotten pocket of an empty wallet.

This dark, wet city houses millions.
Though no soul can be seen now,
The man knows it is but brick and mortar
between him and its people
and yet still, as he walks the night in search of answers
he is impossibly alone.

Woe

Woe unto Sinners!
Languish the to the Lechers Lost in Lust,
Their hearts blindfolded by genetic breed.
Grieve for the Greedy, and the Gluttonous,
Striving to fill emptiness' pit with greed.
Sing Sorrow softly for souls so Slothful,
Shackled without purpose like an ever growing weed.
Weep for the Wicked warped with Wrath's Will,
Their anger driven hard, spurs on Fear's steed.
Evoke elegies of empty empathy for those of envy,
Driven solely by visions of only earthly need.
Pity the people pressed by Pride Persistently,
Stocking blindly the value on one's own deed.

Woe unto sinners!
Morosely mourn their malicious afflictions,
but elicit no effort to understand the condition!
Drown dutifully their dreams in the dooming depth of darkness.
Sear softly sincere smiles from your slippery subconscious.
Know not their nervousness nursed by their false starts,
Along with All of the happy hope held by their hearts.
Beware the budding beauty in them briefly running wild,
Careful and Carefree chasing a cherished child.
Join not in the jubilance from any Jaunty jest.
Never weep woefully for the wails that weigh upon their breast!
Cast off and crush the cloak of their camaraderie,
and intensely ignore the impending implications of humanity.
For if you never nudge yourself anywhere near,
and righteously rigorously rue them,
you'll never have to face the frightful fear,
that maybe you too are human.