LUCIFER'S FALL - A POEM BY MICHAEL SORBELLO

Frightened lambs still speak of Lucifer's fall

of how he and his blind sheep were cast down from Heaven

and their white wings were lit in a fiery squall

plummeting down to the realm of eternal penance

left charred and abandoned in Hell's great maw.

Lucifer was cast down furthest of all

as he suffered a tragic fall from the pearly gates above

his beauty was defiled

his flesh was scarred with sin

guilt and hatred festered in his decaying soul

his bright wings were stained black

and he was denied permission to ever again be graced by his holy father's love.

Further and further the Morningstar fell

down to the icy pit of betrayal

down below the eight circles leading to its depths

below the gate of Limbo

below the rapture of Lust

below the feasting Glutton

below the swindling Greed

below the hateful Wrath

below the blaspheming Heretic

below the agony of Violence

below the mask of Fraud

all the way down into the icy mouth of Treachery.

Down to the lowest circle of Hell

Lucifer was eternally banished

yet the storm in his heart was not quelled

and his influence over the wicked had not vanished

for even in the depths of Hell's darkest pit

his fury continues to infect the hearts of men

to this day his tainted legacy still reigns

and many believe he will rise again.

Centuries have passed since Lucifer's fall to Treachery

his sullied name was wiped clean from Heaven

yet there are still those that unknowingly heed his call

millions of sinners have repeated Lucifer's fall

killing their loved ones

betraying their friends

raping the innocent

seeking vengeance on the defenseless

each of them carries a fragment of Lucifer's will

and they would all fall one day

just like their father in Hell

down into the black pit of nine circles

where Lucifer swore to devour them all

to share his agony with his apostles.

Swarms of filthy souls fall to Hell

and Lucifer bellows a murderous death knell

while three betrayers writhe in his three mouths of evil

Brutus and Cassius

the slayers of Julias Caesar

and the incarnation of Lucifer's wrath

killer of God's child

Judas Iscariot

the symphony of their torment rings throughout Hell

welcoming God's abandoned children

into the nine circles of everlasting despair.

Entombed in a lake of God's frozen tears

an entity of evil that diction fails to describe

a deceitfully divine master

once revered as second to God himself

now the embodiment of mankind's deepest fears

breeder of the darkness in our hearts

abandoned by his righteous maker

every virtue he ever held stripped away

forced to play his role as God's antithesis

enduring unimaginable suffering on behalf of his own pride

and begging our misguided souls to join him in his misery.

God had clipped the wings of the Father of Lies

leaving him to ponder over the days he waged war against the skies

driven to madness in his prison of isolation

frozen in a lake of his father's tears

with nothing but the company of tortured screams

and the fury festering in his blackened heart

dying to be unleashed on the one that abandoned him.

After countless years in the icy lake of his maker's sorrow

the black wings of Lucifer continue to fan the flames of hatred

breathing life into war and famine

taking pleasure in the defilement of the sacred

encouraging all of us to follow in his footsteps.

And God continues to banish his unlawful children to Lucifer's gate

turning a blind eye as he leaves them to suffer the same fate

as the child he once loved more than any other

and Lucifer gladly rips apart God's unholy flowers

inflicting centuries of torment in his maker's name

down in the nine circles of eternal suffering

where he forever bears the burden of God's shame.