The Fall of Lucifer

Swift as lightening, the morning star fell,
down to earth, where he would dwell.
Two-thirds of angels go tumbling after,
accepting their fates, come time for rapture.

The sky lit a fire by the seraph of song,
who seemed to descend all night long.
His skin grew cold and his bones, through his head,
as he tried in vain to fly away from the dead,

but he hit the ground with such a brute force,
that it disrupted nature's peaceful course.
He dusted off his dirty wings, contorted and torn,
as he surveyed the desert, barren and forlorn.

He shouted at the heavens, cursing The Groom,
but no one answered, so he swore to the world's doom.
He sacrificed forgiveness for a destiny so dire,
to bestow woe to man, making him fit for fire.

*Inspired by Underoath's album "Disambiguation"*