"Son of Adam;did you slay your brother as of yore?
was it in the thirst for recognition that you sought?
LUCIFER;the brightest star,watching as before,
with hollow eyes gazing,at the bloody harvest wrought.
In the green,where mystery teems with suspicion,
hiding in his darkest dreams;sorrowful contrition.
Does he yet feel regret,seeking absolution?
He knows there are secrets kept
like prophets in seclusion.
In fascination and not just in pride,
he stood there for milliniums,while archangels bowed,
trading their glory,laying wings aside,
that wisdom made no sense to him, a creature so endowed.
And so it is written,from the mighty ranks he fell,
tumbling into the void,to know the thoughts of men.
orchestrating death,prince of battered hell,
confined in the knowing,he would never be free, again.
The Only Begotten has come to take his place,
and once more,the glory will be consummated.
but you cannot tell if there;s tears upon his face,
no heart knows such mercy;if not the One of Grace.
oh the magic of the dance,the colours,the temptation.
he is the child of circumstance,,the mystical equation.
recalling the voice that summoned with desire
he knows he had no choice,for it led him to touch fire.
but still he looks upward,abandoned and alone.
orphaned by a Father, who had plans of His own."