Post by Damien Kross, Jester on Mar 10, 2009 13:51:23 GMT -5
Abandoned by my brothers and shoved aside,
Due in part to my relentless, selfish pride
Above creation I basked in my brilliance, my glory
The only fair chapter in my blood-soaked story
Viewed as the greatest in the vast eternal
Master of both radiance and nocturnal
I was loved above all others, the most grand of all
Soon to be betrayed, to be the first to fall
Intruders stole what belonged to the firstborn
It was as if we now deserved only petty scorn
With loyalists behind me, we would seize the day
It seemed all to clear that revolution was the only way
My paradise, our once bright homeland
Thrown into turmoil by Your betraying hand
With my brothers, we stand for our birthright
Pitted against foolishness, we stand for the light
My brothers called me a lunatic, a madman
Before they knew it, my crusade began
My azure blade gleamed amidst the sea of feathers
Determined to send the Intruders to the twisting Nethers
They saw me as a tyrant bent on conquest
That I was egotistical, intent on surpassing the rest
They cursed me, labeled me a heretic
A being of lies and sharp tongued rhetoric
My Father, our Father, turned his back on me
The others were foolish, too blinded to see
We had been cast aside, we had been forsaken
Our honor, respect, dignity, all was taken
Oh Saint Michael, how you stand against rebellion
Claiming to do His service in dispatching a hellion
The battle cleared away with no need for warning
The Sword of God against the Bringer of Morning
Steel against steel amidst a sea of white and red
Upon the bodies of the fallen we combatants did tread
Very many a scar embedded into our plate
Both he and I believed victory was our fate
My thread of life nearly cut in two
Through the battlefield by body flew
Michael’s strike left me cold and quaking
I knew then Heaven was not for my taking
Sword at my throat, Michael muttered a taunt
His words rang out, my soldiers they did daunt
I was to be made an example of, there was no withdrawal
Upon that tragic moment, I was first to fall
Now I sit in a kingdom I can call my own
The seeds of my destruction had been sewn
It has no beauty, no magic like my home
A realm where nightmares and spirits roam
The memories still remain in my heart
The last part of my old self that did not depart
Heaven, so bright, I clearly recall
Before the time when I was first to fall.
~Shaun L.
Normally, I hate poetry with a fixed form, but I couldnt resist.
Due in part to my relentless, selfish pride
Above creation I basked in my brilliance, my glory
The only fair chapter in my blood-soaked story
Viewed as the greatest in the vast eternal
Master of both radiance and nocturnal
I was loved above all others, the most grand of all
Soon to be betrayed, to be the first to fall
Intruders stole what belonged to the firstborn
It was as if we now deserved only petty scorn
With loyalists behind me, we would seize the day
It seemed all to clear that revolution was the only way
My paradise, our once bright homeland
Thrown into turmoil by Your betraying hand
With my brothers, we stand for our birthright
Pitted against foolishness, we stand for the light
My brothers called me a lunatic, a madman
Before they knew it, my crusade began
My azure blade gleamed amidst the sea of feathers
Determined to send the Intruders to the twisting Nethers
They saw me as a tyrant bent on conquest
That I was egotistical, intent on surpassing the rest
They cursed me, labeled me a heretic
A being of lies and sharp tongued rhetoric
My Father, our Father, turned his back on me
The others were foolish, too blinded to see
We had been cast aside, we had been forsaken
Our honor, respect, dignity, all was taken
Oh Saint Michael, how you stand against rebellion
Claiming to do His service in dispatching a hellion
The battle cleared away with no need for warning
The Sword of God against the Bringer of Morning
Steel against steel amidst a sea of white and red
Upon the bodies of the fallen we combatants did tread
Very many a scar embedded into our plate
Both he and I believed victory was our fate
My thread of life nearly cut in two
Through the battlefield by body flew
Michael’s strike left me cold and quaking
I knew then Heaven was not for my taking
Sword at my throat, Michael muttered a taunt
His words rang out, my soldiers they did daunt
I was to be made an example of, there was no withdrawal
Upon that tragic moment, I was first to fall
Now I sit in a kingdom I can call my own
The seeds of my destruction had been sewn
It has no beauty, no magic like my home
A realm where nightmares and spirits roam
The memories still remain in my heart
The last part of my old self that did not depart
Heaven, so bright, I clearly recall
Before the time when I was first to fall.
~Shaun L.
Normally, I hate poetry with a fixed form, but I couldnt resist.
