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.