If Lucifer and heaven's angels fell
before a time when man first walked the earth,
and ages hence conceived the virgin birth,
wherefore was I meant for this life of hell?
If God is so benign, then why the tale
of my lifelong privation (of love, hearth)
repeats, whilst consuming up all my worth:
as if my soul's cursed with no holy grail?
Before my dawn's emergence, fate conspired
with darkness to assault and end my name;
together, they erased all I desired,
wished for, worked for, planned for, then mocked my shame.
So I, like Milton, rose up: and, inspired,
played rhyme's grandmaster moves in life's chess game!
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Author:
The Beauteously Brainy Bard (
Offline) - Published: September 25th, 2024 06:08
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wow. This is, as ever, a dainty for the palatte, deep and delicious verbally as the darkest chocolate whose more subtle sweetness seems nonexistant until the conclusion, oh! You nigh make me swoon! If, if, if....then. But we were taught lies in the name of truth. Ergo, you end it thus. Superbly rendered until I dearly want me own copy of it, excellently detailed with a striking poignancy, thank you so very much for sharing.
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