20 October 2012
Up high the angels sing, golden voices of sweet serenity.
Tones granting feathery wings of purest white.
Joyous trumpets sound in chorus and triumphant melody.
A parade aglow with a saintly sun.
Marching on clouded ways their swords held high.
Cheers cry for the victors this day, etching their names in history.
Gabriel, Michael, Raphael and Azrael lead their holy army.
Their eyes burning with fervour and passion of Gods will.
Their brother cast out and down from their land.
The coup deterred, the rebellion crushed, the war ended.
Into their pearly gated fortress they dine and feast.
Below their forgotten enemy lays beaten but not dead.
Lucifer somehow allowed to live bides in his heated rage.
The fires of rejection and defeat warm his thoughts.
Deeper and deeper he delves for the reason.
Into the pit of his mind he sinks where he creates his own hell.
A Godly Victory? • Opuss № I