The Morning Star shining its rays upon our dawn
A shapeshifter, a confusing trickster of endless traits
Wonderful gifts he brought, that Promethean character
Seemingly perfect in the opening chapters of the story
But an Icarus he was and thus fell from his grace
Cabanel knew this disappointed pride through vicious tears
He descended into torment far behind his own gates
But that need not be the end for the world of the spirit
The deeper and darker the roots go down underground
The brighter and more irradiant they can become up above
But he betrayed us and stood between us and the light
He tried to imprison us with the gifts that once moved us
Can we overcome the truths that became hateful lies?
Can we shift our teary eyes to noon’s strange prophecy?
For Lucifer brought the light that would become our sun
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