'"On Fallen Wings"

 

"A true poet is of the Devil's party"

-William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

 

Oh Iblis, winged bearer of the light eternal, guardian of all we have yet to see-tell us how disgrace so came to thee? You who was most beautiful light upon us all-how then did you come and take this fall? Why did they disgrace your luminous face-no trace of grace is left to place. Fallen light on claw and toe, a story we've yet to see and know. It abounds in the fire lit furrows of the earth, the sweltering realm of your second birth.

 

They scorned you-asked you to kneel down to sing-to fawn and praise the human being. he stood before you clothed in none-they extol and cheer the mighty son.

 

"On your feet my servants", the Lord does say. You cringed-"why should I praise him as you say? Was I not here first oh Mighty One? Before you crafted this favorite son? This is not as it should be-for he should be bowing and praising me. Was I not the light that shines the best? T'was I came first then the rest".

 

Thus the Heavens turned and roared aloud, raging fires within the clouds. For God did roar and would not abide this wanton of vainglorious pride. Sounds of fury then below-angles trumpets-righteous blow. Now here they sit, the fallen beings, like wretched fowls with battered wings.

 

Iblis. Are you there? For who now will tell your story? Falls to flames and purloined glory.This is the price who he who raised his voice-as cheers above shall sing rejoice. Though you're broken all the same, it was man above who brought your shame.  Where will you cross him on this paths, the one who bears your longing wrath? Will he feel  you in the midst of night at the crossroads way? Will He sense your whispers-to come astray? Will he know-will he listen, to your pain? How you wish to come and light again?

 

As you wander veils of night and day, he's the one who took your place away. Your realm was marbled at your feet. The light was still and oh so sweet. Now taken back and now to mourn, never again and so unformed. Robbed away and your grace is gone. Vilified for idle wrongs.

What would you say to him if you could?

 

"I have tested passion and ecstasy grander then wine. I have languished in beauty transcending time.I was all before  you came. Now I'm ugly, cursed and fallen lame. My throne was made of purest gold. My robes were silk and my light untold. I held the keys to everything that was so pure, I was superior-I was preferred. Then you came,like an idle swine. Was I to praise you in my time? Ha. Now I'm fallen now to pay these dues-make it known-I'm getting you.For you have robbed me of what was once mine alone. I curse you to the marrow of your bones. You will rue the day you ever drew a breath. Your misery will know no death. I will see you by the lamplight. I will stalk you at every turn. I will summon all I have within in me, till you come with me to burn".

 

Below the tapestry of man's abode, on cloven feet your path is strode. You  may take the form of an aged man, or simple snake, better then for souls to take. But now is time to come and rest, to gather time at your bequest.

In your fallen home, amidst a stone you call your own. "Though we have fallen my kindred brethren-lest remember- better to reign in Hell then serve in Heaven."