I'm not Christian (deist), but I find it and its stories extremely interesting, so I figure I'd write a poem about one of the better known characters, Satan.

Enjoy!


Son of the Morning,

Why have you gone?

How you have fallen,

Oh shining one.

The clouds are weeping,

And human kind,

Caked with dirt,

Besmeared with grime

Lord over you

And curse your name.

Surely the Earth

Is not the same

As your old abode

Where you were known

For beauty and power

Your former home.

But a crystal cup

You held it high

And set your sights

Toward the sky,

Wanting more,

Risking it all,

Fighting the Father,

And bringing your fall.

But as a concession,

You are a king.

Ruling those

You manage to bring

Down to Hell,

There they'll be

Subservient for eternity.