No, none of GO belongs to me. They belong to the great and glorious Gneil and Pterry. Any Bible references belong to God. I got the idea from a line I read in a fic.
A quick reflection – I'm just enthralled by the thought of C as a serpent. Another view on his "saunter vaguely downwards". Feel free to review – but know this. If you dare to steal, I shall call upon you the curse of the bookstealer – of which a fragment is this: "May the worm within burn, in reflection of the worm which dies not…"
Happy readings. Please review.
PS. The Title means something along the lines of "flight" – Latin was never my strong point.
PPS: I am quite tired of having everything I write come out double spaced! Any suggestions?
Avitas
The serpent was not made to fly
The ancient wisdom, same refrain
No matter how the desert cries
The flames within are still the same.
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Before the ivory dimmed with age
The shining wings in radiant hoard
Sang forth His praise. What knew he then
Of loss or hamper, chain or sword?
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The serpent was not shaped to fly
Too late the shattered seraphs saw.
The battered legions huddled close
The price of pride – the broken Law.
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The sun still shines above the sea
The stars yet glimmer in the sky
And old as time, yet elder still –
"The serpent was not meant to fly."
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The radiant robe, the flaming sword
The ancient grace – all traded for
The choking chains. The growing Dark.
All gifts of loss from the first War.
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His shining wings fell prey to stain
And shrunk to scales. No more the skies
Would cradle him beneath the sun.
The only gold was in his eyes.
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A serpent shaped and forged of flame
In deepest pit. Set free to spread
The crooning songs of secret sin
To snatch redemption from the dead.
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"So crush his head beneath your heel"
"For your great loss." But who would dare
To face his loss. To face his pain
Reflected in a slitted stare.
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An angel once was made to fly
But not to Fall. No matter how
The stings of shame from searing sin
He strides alone. He will not bow.
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The tale's the same, of those who thought
To take the Throne of He on High
And felt His wrath. The lesson this –
"The serpent – made to fall, not fly."