As pride precedes downfall   So He took His place before the firewall   Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one   Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung      Between forgiveness and the damage done      An electric scent over drear decay   Lent a violent surge to their serenades   Through white glades as His winged parade   Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors      Within vast skies unversed in starkness   His might grew   And blew light hues to gray...   And worse, a third of stars to darkness      Then thunder seethed   And wreathed in thickening night   A line was drawn midst wrong and right   And across the throats of thieves      As love fell choked, the tempest broke   From Heaven's farthest shore   Descending to eclipse all hope   Rependance might stay holy war      He would not heel nor fake a bow   Murmur curses to the wind   Enraged, he raved in Balrog howls   Upon the storm firstborn of sin      Incensed anew, rebellions tore   Like frenzied beasts of prey   Through temple doors...   Thrown cast before the midnight masses      And where once bliss reigned so serene   In sweeter glades   Now veins ran openly...   Like eyes that shied from kindred ashes      When suddenly   There shone a hideous light   And a voice like three insanities   Soared up in thistled speech...      Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none   And for this grave mistake   How thou art fallen Morning Sun   The proud will be abased      He would not heel nor fake a bow   Murmur curses to the wind   And lo, the wrath of God swept down...      Thou art no more an angel filled   With light, but a leech to be abhorred   And thou shalt suffer My burning will...   Quoth this raven: Nevermore      Nevermore      And with these words like heavy stone   Cast against that gilded throne   With many legions still in tow   He turned his wings to flee   His eyes a picture of distaste   Drawn to tears and in their place   The damn of time and fates to face   Through all eternity...      I wept for him a deep red river   That ran like blood through scarred ravines   To sluice away the guilt that slithered   Like a serpent tongue to Eve   For once as I, in Heaven climbed   Too high for truth to truly see   My sunken mind, drunken and blind   Saw the lie: That fool was Me...      Alone and cold, face to the crack   Beyond dark gates with no way back   His crown of gold faded to black   Like a bruise upon the heart that lingers      With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths   Of rope to hang high   Ten commandments by...   Snaked about his upraised fingers