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.
