The Fall of Lucifer: Vanitas

The charge he knew was treason,
the weightiest of crimes,
the length of his sentance,
eons beyond the end of time.

This did not shake him very much,
At first he was not too unnerved,
and he braced himself for what was come,
his punishment well deserved.

But there was no holy fire,
no pillory or heavy chain,
though he screamed aloud for it,
there was no physical pain.

No agony to distract his mind,
no escape from his prison was known,
the truth was that his only burden,
was to be unconditionally alone.

So through nothingness he flew,
old songs of worship he did sing,
of the glory of his Father,
as the chill of the void did sting.

And there was not even a solemn echo,
just darkness without walls,
when his wings were too tired to carry him,
through emptiness he'd fall.

Cruel irony pollutes his mind,
with an eternity to contemplate,
how his acts paralleled those of man,
now blasphemous as those he did hate.

With so much time to erode his thoughts,
empty eternity his banishment,
he wonders if he was right to challenge a God,
whom would bestow to anyone this punishment.