Down from the pious pearly gates
separated from God and salvation that creates
Son of the morning to this darkened paradise
questions still pondering which rends his demise
Eclipsed by man whose birth and toil
from the firmament of earth’s dust and soil
Roams as a beast with dominion given
to be supplanted and tempted by fruit yet forbidden
Woe to those who don’t learn to submit
he’s disguised as a seraphim lending his wit
There’s not much chance he’ll walk the streets of gold
but he’s willing to bargain for your soul to be sold
Author notes
Picture prompt: Gustave Dore for Paradise Lost - see contest page
A contest entry
- The Fallen Angel by blackrosesteph.
375 points, ended September 6, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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love the last lines in this. great poem
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Wow is right. That is some deep writing.
Glad to see you back on, and so very sorry I missed you!
Good luck in the contest hun.
Storm
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GREAT job
Another terribly dark write in this contest all ringing true to the demise of man. May we find brighter days. Good luck in the contest. Boog
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WOW! Very descriptive and very true in its wording. That is exactly what a fallen angel is... keep the ink flowing. Love and hugs...
~Donna~
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