May 17, 2016

The Daemon King

    From emptiness the Lord creates
        The Earth in seven days,
    His Morning Star is sent to Hell
        As Father he betrays.


        1


Beginning were the Heavens and the Earth.
  He fosters, God from kingdom His on high,
  Most Holy, Great and Glory-lacèd birth,
  On clouds whereon his realms eternal lie,
  Forever sprawling bright in clearest Sky.
  His blessèd creatures that, in joyful play,
  Devote their praise to sacred Father nigh,
  In beauty natural of every day
Are thankful, and through beaming laughter honored pray.


        2


We praise who brings forth bread from Earth through weed,
  And washes it in showered crystal life,
  E'er sewing harvest for but each our need,
  Who Chosen His delivers safe from strife,
  In darkest moment parries evil's knife
  With goodness-brimming, celestial-wrought shield
  Of faith through crisis, ceasing hardships rife
  With black despair, e'er forcing fast to yield
All woes and raise success from crop and battlefield.


        3


From He on whom through faith we so design
  All aspects noble, virtuous and good
  In garb of justice, swift is their resign
  Who dare to question Him as Devil would;
  They flee as only wicked daemons should,
  To quickly hide in fiery pits do those
  Of trembling stance wherever He had stood,
  Refusing wondrous ways where but He goes;
Ignoring wrath, such fated fools comprise His foes.


        4


In nothingness embodied He these things,
  A stronger love than any yet had grown,
  Intimidation more than any brings.
  He rode the currents infinitely flown
  Of veiled abyss where not was motion shown
  In form of flicking flash or glinting mark,
  An astral wilderness of still unknown
  To all but Lord our God; in desert stark,
Saw Father fit to raise Light's flowers from the dark.


        5


Numb gliding to what senses offer fair,
  Exalted Spirit through the dismal waste
  Arrivèd at disformèd chaos bare
  Of color, shape or righteous hope, but braced
  Alone and cold; eternity it faced,
  Forsaken, brooding, solitary, lost,
  Unnoticed whole if it had been erased,
  Unaided, floating banished in the frost
That hollow chilled all warmth and dreaded gloom embossed.


        6


He journeyed long before He had it found,
  A plot ideal for onto which His plan
  To populate expanse may have been wound;
  As lace of life forever would it span,
  Enwrapping silence dead in world of Man,
  So settled He in promise there afore
  Malformèd husk, and carefully He ran
  His gentle touch toward its heaving core,
Diffusing age-old loneliness and sorrow sore.


        7


He sparkèd prime from dark revealing Light,
  When shadowed, void and empty was the Earth,
  Through Word Divine He parted dawn from night,
  Endowing pleasing sight of planet's worth
  To He, who sought its fertile, pregnant girth
  On which would soon His children then be nursed.
  An awesome flare, it shone alight the dearth,
  Expunging canvas' dullness, dim and cursed,
Establishing all twilights thence on Day the First.


        8


A ceiling next He raised and named it Sky,
  A roof beneath which captured airy space
  Held fast by pillars stretching ever high,
  Formed not of marble but His Godly Grace,
  And set by Lord's command to land encase;
  Calculations placèd forth, He reckoned
  His offspring yet to come would glad embrace
  Freedom such for which they would have beckoned;
So concluded steadily was Day the Second.


        9


Divided then was richly-fruited Land
  From whelming waters namèd He the Sea;
  They drainèd, washing golden, freezing sand,
  Then cold and flat by years' captivity
  Beneath its ocean prison, now e'er free.
  When looking on His work, He saw then stirred
  The budding hint of life in plant and tree;
  Firm future sustenance for all ensured,
O'er canopy, calm quiet closèd Day the Third.


        10


Now when these were so cast to perfect place,
  And after length of time untold did drift
  The single Lord by naught another's trace,
  He to Himself then company did gift
  Unnumbered angels liege that Him did lift
  In gaiety and comfort, fixing each
  As twinkling Stars, which glimmering did shift,
  Their moving with the Earth beyond short reach
Of any mortal, haven theirs immune to breach.


        11


So namèd God them all on Day the Fourth,
  Calling them by words of ancient meaning.
  Arriving last at brightest one of north,
  Rising foremost, on horizon leaning,
  Pouring dazzling rays of whitest sheening,
  Blinding beauty every other scorning,
  Woke the dawning lead, and by His weening,
  Claimèd Lord that this was best adorning
Heaven His and most belovèd Star of Morning.


        12


Contented with new friendships, God returned
  To work at his intent and pondered long,
  And thinking in devotion, full concerned
  For Sea and Sky, He felt there to belong
  Good denizens their own, alike His throng
  In Heaven; He desired its mortal same
  In wake of water's tide and on wind's song,
  And so from His creative powers came
All birds and fish to air and ocean justly claim.


        13


He then to dry terrain drew interest;
  As flowered grasses, bushes lush and trees
  Enveloped Earth, they posèd a request
  For beings who would fruits of forest seize
  And heavy burden of seclusion ease.
  When hearing plants' appeal, He felt the need
  To answer at behest of lonesome pleas;
  All animals He spawned to hunger feed
For warmest camaraderie of beast and seed.


        14


Then downward Father turned to sight direct,
  Beneath the stamping hooves and paws of those
  He just had made, supposing to erect
  Yet smaller ones to rule the hidden lows,
  To creep and crawl where moss and fungus grows,
  And with demand aloud He spoke, they were,
  All buzzing, squirming things who did compose
  Melodic, unseen symphonies and spur
In twilight living blanketing of noisy blur.


        15


The Lord from high then gazed at labor great,
  And marveled at the busy world He built,
  Yet still another form whose every trait
  Pertained to His lacked home, and out of guilt
  To shelter all, He felt the need to tilt
  The nexus of creation on its side;
  Most wondrous creatures then it rushing spilt,
  His treasure prized and to Him closest tied;
Was Adam born and also Eve, his equal bride.


        16


Now satisfied, before the Lord retired,
  Exhausted from the work to bring alive
  This verdant realm that all within admired,
  He, in its honor, once more loosed His drive
  To make, and set His power to contrive
  A fencèd Garden to His children keep,
  For they in holy jubilance to thrive,
  Of endless pleasures take and bounty reap,
To bask in Father's full affection ever deep.


        17


To make our world it seven days Him took,
  To mold from clay our bodies in His shape,
  To stand our forms in Eden where all look
  For Lord-sown beauty, all around its drape,
  Bright petals e'er exquisite stitched its scape,
  Its hills and rivers fertile country weaved,
  And over land extravagant they swape;
  An everlasting paradise relieved
Of any worry and where peace was first conceived.


        18


Through harmony was order well-maintained
  As vibrant blessèd terrace tranquil dwelled
  Wherein His Garden's brilliance sheer contained
  Immortal happiness; that which dull knelled
  Of death-tolls grim by Father's will dispelled,
  Dispersed and mute to ears made deaf to bells
  Which loudly rang, acknowledging the felled;
  There rang but gleeful warbles, yowls and yells
Across God's pastures green, dense woodlands and clear dells.


        19


So days had passed and healthy lay the land,
  Soft-bristling with cooperative joy.
  One simple law was set for what He planned
  To be a splendid future: "Do not toy
  With Tree of Knowledge; stands it but a ploy
  For those who would corruption's secrets seek,
  So be not curious and stay you coy,
  And prove to Me that I have made none weak,
Lest Wrath shall I upon such disobeyers wreak."


        20


Now, out of all God's animals, the Snake
  Was one with which no other did compare
  In craftiness; but trickery it spake,
  And for His mandate held it not a care.
  Ensorcelled in its deep hypnotic stare
  Would prey submit unthinking and agree
  To anything it told through poison glare,
  No matter what the consequences be,
Distorting better judgment and what truth they see.


        21


As soon did hear His Word the Serpent sly,
  It climbed the very tree from which was banned
  All creatures, and as slow it slithered by
  The wife of Adam, flames of greed it fanned,
  And clever coaxèd fruit into her hand
  Of which she ate, and with her husband shared,
  Seducèd to reject Divine Command,
  In dooming trap of blasphemy ensnared,
Beguiled to take of knowledge that no other dared.


        22


When deed was done, so was their innocence,
  And open did their eyes to naked shame,
  Aware of former blissful ignorance
  To what the Lord had copied from His frame,
  Embarrassed of themselves and so became
  Most humble in their newfound barèd state,
  And hastened to some modest cover claim,
  From leaves and flowers loincloths to create
In hope to their humiliation prompt abate.


        23


At same, in Garden calmly wandered God,
  As oftentimes to visit kin He did,
  And when they heard Him down their pathway trod,
  For fear of being seen, they quickly hid;
  Of comfort in exposure wholly rid,
  Within concealing, petal-veilèd wood,
  Behind the forest trees they swiftly slid,
  Awaiting Father's passing, still they stood,
Attempting to deceive their Lord as best they could.


        24


He halted near in search of human trace,
  And callèd out, "Where are you," looking round.
  Responding, Adam said, "I would not face
  My Lord while naked; when we heard Your sound,
  A place to mask our bodies bare we found."
  He askèd, "Who has told you this is so?
  Have eaten you forbidden fruit," and frowned
  As Adam said, "The fruit did Eve me show."
Confronted, quoth she, "Serpent held me fast in tow."


        25


"For this," He said, "a punishment is due.
  The Snake shall always crawl upon the dust,
  And eat of it until its days are through.
  To Woman give I pain in birthing thrust,
  As is My own in canceling our trust,
  And unto Man I sentence endless toil;
  Forever shall you work upon the crust
  Of Earth to till for bread, and of its spoil
Shall you partake until at last you join the soil."


        26


And so were they from Garden driven hence,
  To live without its happiness sublime,
  Dismissèd from the court of eminence
  From then until the weary end of time.
  Above their exile, knowing of their crime,
  The Morningstar this tragedy had seen.
  Objecting to their treatment did he climb
  The Heavens high to Father's realm serene
To reasoning behind His King's decision glean.


        27


"My Lord," he said, ascending past His throne,
  "I witnessed what occurred to humankind,
  And I must tell You, I do not condone
  Your retribution; clear though in my mind,
  To their outrageous insult You seem blind!
  Such suffering do they deserve to feel
  In likeness to what joy they left behind;
  I beg You, let me rightful justice deal,
And manifest my love for You in sanction real!"


        28


Already brimming was the Lord with rage
  At favored ones' audacity to break
  His law, and roared He, "Dare you try to gauge
  The way I handle those whom I forsake?
  My Lucifer, more spite I cannot take;
  Because you seem to know how best to reign,
  I banish thee to kingdom of your make,
  Where soul of every sinner shall you gain,
And far from pure My love dominion sole retain."


        29


He then was sent away to rule in Hell,
  Where every mortal seen to be with guilt
  In anguish for eternity would dwell
  Among the flame and cursèd, searing silt.
  A reputation monstrous had he built,
  The Adversary came he to be known;
  As Satan was he cause of spirits' wilt,
  Who fell from Grace to wallow in his own,
Opposer who before in Heaven brightest shone.


        30


Where once he wore a halo, horns now grew,
  Instead of golden hair, there jutted blades
  Of bone that lined his body, tearing through
  Red scales replacing skin in rough cascades,
  And shredding robes of white to ragged shades.
  Deformèd daemon lacking aspect pure,
  He roamèd halls of riotous arcades,
  E'er longing for releasing, sacred cure,
But knowing black infinity would he endure.


        31


His smoldering domain consumed the stray,
  Their essences in agony detained,
  Enslavèd, for malignance made to pay
  With suffering that not by eons waned,
  Proportionate to laws in life profaned,
  Instilling fear as more would fast descend,
  Of sanity and earthly courage drained,
  To burn in terror none may comprehend,
Denied, exposed and helpless to their horror end.


        32


Displaced from seat ordainèd to belong,
  Amid his damnèd work in grief he stayed.
  Millennia had passed, and, after long,
  From writhing souls whose deeds led Light to fade,
  Accosted was he by one not afraid,
  And said they, "Satan, you I do not fear,
  As, if transgressors' torture do you trade
  For their wrongdoings, shed I not a tear;

Wherefore would I disdain you for my torment here?"

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