Diabolical in determination and deed,
Angel with an angle,
his weapon, a bevel-blade tongue
wise and powerful, but
with a major psychosis-
he desired the worship of his Creator.
Diablo, evil embodied, the devil
Delusion? Illusion? I can be like God
His resolution: raised leverage
one-third of the angels rushed to his side
fiendish fragment of his imagination
He faltered, he failed; he fell.
Derelict cast from heaven
His die is cast; He will in due time receive
his just due, a sinkhole, the pit of hell
Death will die but he will not.
June 9, 2019
Kai Michael Neumann's contest: Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
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