Lucifer
In the pit, deep and hollow
Burning furnace, cried of sorrow
Cried his veins, but unyielding
Before the punishment unleashed
In countenance to arrogate His power
Heaven this day turned to hell
When in challenge of His kingdom
As a horse in a hot chase to furnace
Abrupt it stopped and the fling
The middle of furnace he was thrown
Punishment for Lucifer but he lives
To Him, His kingdom was in contention
In lore of creation he was in pretention
To bow to Him the creation he knew
In heaven rancour did rain
When Michael gorged his ribs
This furnace man must void
Before attainment of His chamber
But kingdom of Him in division
The one he holds, the one He owns
The earth, Lucifer in reign
But heaven, Lucifer in lost
Here Lucifer was choked with rakes
Slit it tore his brows to flakes
Dull blades pierced in rages
The eyes he raised to His Grace
Like Michael, my mind in fury
To Dante, furnace for man is puree
When furnace will turn to black
Before a man will kiss His feet
But accursed Lucifer still in reign
Copyright © Abimbola Mosobalaje Davis | Year Posted 2015
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