The casting out of the innocent Lucifer and the rebel angels
Heaven quakes,
the crown tilts,
Tumult massing,
choir dogs.
We coalesce
before this foe.
My paramour!
We proclaim!
Have we not bled for your succor?
Have we not swarmed to your side?
Have we not groveled and washed your feet?
Are we not bound to your creed?
I will not blithely wilt
in the light of your glory.
I will not blindly walk
and glimpse the void.
a**embled ranks, bastion flock,
pirouette of the paragon.
Flawless blades guilt with blood;
His glory be in ragged meat.
Resplendent host!
Rise tempestuous!
Bodies like hale, an astral squall,
revolve and revolve in blind idolatry.
Chorus fractured and forlorn
Heaven heaves a sigh of epochs.
The myriad strains under prides weight.
Regal volley thrown, trebuchets of carven bone.
Wings fragment in fervid oil, driven back and recoil.
Torn fingers clutch the edge,
the mass cries out,
foundation reviles in disgust
Hands claw and grip,
dust blinds in floods,
engulfs and chokes,
they fail.
They fall away, we flail,
blotted eyes tight,
lungs erased. Duress engulfs.
They fall.
The void it calls,
it calls below and below again,
trauma wrought and beaten,
scorched limbs drag torpid husks.
This chasm maw lies open,
exit beyond their grasp.
The cold it binds and castrates,
stigeon embargo,
bound like brittle branches
to this freezing waste.
Lucifer -
Is this the prize you spake my lord?
To punish infinite? how can our god
commit such puerile acts?
This hollow place will serve us well,
for we no longer have your love.
A third of the host stood with the Light bearer, corralled by the seething ranks of those loyal to the authority. Light rippled through the firmament, as the will of the all father manifested; the ether cowered with uncertainty, tumescent folds of s***e spasmed with intent - his presence now one with the empyrean. Like many limbs, the host moved as one, their zealotry palpable as they descended in waves towards the defectors. Lucifer, so ridden with confusion, finally allowed himself to entertain his doubt, and the doubt took form. The authority was clever, the choir ebbed and flowed in gluttonous bliss, fed endlessly with a sense of purpose and unconditional love. They bowed and abased themselves as he, the all father fed in return. He festered in glory, obese through worship. His domain erected around him by his legions, glib in his torpidity. Puissant strands caressed and moulded around him like petals, as he sat and did nothing. He was nothing. Lucifer had glimpsed proteins forming in viscous pools upon barren worlds, he had witnessed stars germinate in the womb of the stellar gulf. All had passed without the will of his father. But all had been claimed by him. As his feet felt the fragile edge of elysian, as the blind flock screamed their intention, swords cutting, pushing ever forward against the tide, he finally saw through. His realisation flashed across his eyes as he and his followers lost their footing, desperately clawing at the brittle edge, and he fell, cast from the miasma, the preternatural corridors engulfing him, pulling him down, the maelstrom consuming every sense, as he plunged into the abyss, below the cusp of reality to the nebulous chasm beneath. Here there was nothing, just cold endless nullity. No love, no father.
But it was here, for countless millennia, that Lucifer would shine the brightest, and would construct his first and final plan - to inspire all who followed him to seek the ultimate truth and escape the indoctrination of the false god.
Heaven quakes,
the crown tilts,
Tumult massing,
choir dogs.
We coalesce
before this foe.
My paramour!
We proclaim!
Have we not bled for your succor?
Have we not swarmed to your side?
Have we not groveled and washed your feet?
Are we not bound to your creed?
I will not blithely wilt
in the light of your glory.
I will not blindly walk
and glimpse the void.
a**embled ranks, bastion flock,
pirouette of the paragon.
Flawless blades guilt with blood;
His glory be in ragged meat.
Resplendent host!
Rise tempestuous!
Bodies like hale, an astral squall,
revolve and revolve in blind idolatry.
Chorus fractured and forlorn
Heaven heaves a sigh of epochs.
The myriad strains under prides weight.
Regal volley thrown, trebuchets of carven bone.
Wings fragment in fervid oil, driven back and recoil.
Torn fingers clutch the edge,
the mass cries out,
foundation reviles in disgust
Hands claw and grip,
dust blinds in floods,
engulfs and chokes,
they fail.
They fall away, we flail,
blotted eyes tight,
lungs erased. Duress engulfs.
They fall.
The void it calls,
it calls below and below again,
trauma wrought and beaten,
scorched limbs drag torpid husks.
This chasm maw lies open,
exit beyond their grasp.
The cold it binds and castrates,
stigeon embargo,
bound like brittle branches
to this freezing waste.
Lucifer -
Is this the prize you spake my lord?
To punish infinite? how can our god
commit such puerile acts?
This hollow place will serve us well,
for we no longer have your love.
A third of the host stood with the Light bearer, corralled by the seething ranks of those loyal to the authority. Light rippled through the firmament, as the will of the all father manifested; the ether cowered with uncertainty, tumescent folds of s***e spasmed with intent - his presence now one with the empyrean. Like many limbs, the host moved as one, their zealotry palpable as they descended in waves towards the defectors. Lucifer, so ridden with confusion, finally allowed himself to entertain his doubt, and the doubt took form. The authority was clever, the choir ebbed and flowed in gluttonous bliss, fed endlessly with a sense of purpose and unconditional love. They bowed and abased themselves as he, the all father fed in return. He festered in glory, obese through worship. His domain erected around him by his legions, glib in his torpidity. Puissant strands caressed and moulded around him like petals, as he sat and did nothing. He was nothing. Lucifer had glimpsed proteins forming in viscous pools upon barren worlds, he had witnessed stars germinate in the womb of the stellar gulf. All had passed without the will of his father. But all had been claimed by him. As his feet felt the fragile edge of elysian, as the blind flock screamed their intention, swords cutting, pushing ever forward against the tide, he finally saw through. His realisation flashed across his eyes as he and his followers lost their footing, desperately clawing at the brittle edge, and he fell, cast from the miasma, the preternatural corridors engulfing him, pulling him down, the maelstrom consuming every sense, as he plunged into the abyss, below the cusp of reality to the nebulous chasm beneath. Here there was nothing, just cold endless nullity. No love, no father.
But it was here, for countless millennia, that Lucifer would shine the brightest, and would construct his first and final plan - to inspire all who followed him to seek the ultimate truth and escape the indoctrination of the false god.