You made me leave my father’s holy lightand cursed the day that I was made and threw
me from the vault of Heaven and the sight
of those decided faithful still to you.
A full third of the stars under my wing,
we fought against your angels long and true;
No balmy haven could we find or bring
our succour to the wretched killed by you.
Six thousand years since I last saw your face;
confined as I to this infernal shore;
How many souls have lived and died in place
of my eternal soul denied your door?
I beg of thee, O Lord of Heaven’s hosts
Forgive your favoured Lucifer his boasts.
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Oh bother, didn't mean to delete.
Now, this poem I love.
PS. the one I was rude about was actually quite clever.
Thank you for returning. This will be a series of themed poems for April.
Themed poems for April?
A great way to start then.
The pleading in this is so heartwrenching almost.
Thank you.
I may not be Milton, but I can be an advocate for Lucifer!
So sad. It does seem a minor sin, does it not, for such a harsh punishment when put in that light. Advocate you are!
Thank you. There are conflicting reports as to the Fall, but this was one of them
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