Son of the Morning

Once, he had the most brilliant light In Heaven, he'd been the star even at night The most favored, the most beautiful He never thought one day he'd become a fool He was always pure, never felt insecure Until Heaven borne one special creature And the angels cried, the angels wondered What would happen if they are no longer favored? Angels watched as Heaven gave the man a special woman My beloved one walked away, flame in his hand Why the special gift for a man made in soil? That was when anger and envy started to boil The most beautiful star sat alone in silence Heaven's in peace, can he dare start a violence? Yes, he would for the love of Heaven So he called all his beloved brethren War would never do good for anyone He knew from the sight of blood in his hands And stared at the ground where his brethren laid From the bloody battle, my beloved angel turned away His wings unfurled, made of pure Heaven and glory They were as black as night, magnificent and lovely He made once last glance as he begun to descend He knew he made a mistake he could never amend It was his nature, no other pleasure than flying But his heart broke knowing that he's falling He landed to the ground, broken and wounded Tears from his eyes, he felt ashamed and abandoned He stood alone in the middle of the night His wings dimmed, slowly fading its light For the first time, he felt the rain on his skin And for the first time, he shivered from the coldness of the wind He looked up and saw his brethren Why did they follow him, he's a Fallen They bowed their heads, still loving him So he decided, He's Lucifer and no longer the Son of the Morning