He was a glorious Angel once,
As the world traversed he,
Across the golden of the Sun,
And the crescent of the Moon,
Celestial was he,
The pride of Heavens,
Yet his heart incapacitated,
"Oh, was it the will of God?"
He wondered.
He was a glorious Angel once,
Apollo to the new age,
As he was touched by malice,
Touched by the obsidian colour of Sin,
His mind dither,
Dithering from the love of Lord.
He was a glorious Angel once,
Renouncing principles against Almighty himself,
"Misanthrope was he?"
The world and heavens pondered,
The Morningstar of the Lord,
Now a setting Dusk,
Herald of Glory,
Now a Harbinger of Sin and Dark.
He was a glorious Angel once,
Consumed by rebellious soul,
Misjudged for his ideologies,
Trapped in heavenly conspiracy,
Outcasted by all.
He was a glorious Angel once,
Golden light blossoming his soul,
Faded now.
Extinguished.
"A crucifix shan't be a beholder of me!"
He raged,
His eyes dark and thunderous,
His soul wailing.
He was a glorious Angel once.
~ Sapphirus
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Thoughts of a Loner.
PoetryPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
