Once the morningstar, a harbinger of dawn
his skin’s a woman’s, alabaster bright
he rose, beloved, outshining other stars
His voice, a gospel, tempting, kissed, the sky
eclipsed the night and veiled the moon in silk.
We loved him most, the bearer of day’s light,
but in his pride, he challenged day, he dared
still lost, defeated by the brilliant sun,
and burnt, he fell to rule the underworld,
Below, he calls for war, he sends his beasts
to tempt, infect us with disease; With gold
he bribes and if you ever see his star
as emerald ingrained inside your eye
it’s fall from grace, a splint of Lucifer.
When I read the prompt by Karin on fall at toads, I went all fell and Paradise Lost. I will link this to Poetry Pantry as well.