You, who fell so far from grace,
Ye, who the stars grimaced.,
Thou, the first power, called and felled,
You, the reaching and grasping infinitude…,
Ye, whose glory is unbridled,;
Thy time is soon at hand, your pained embrace is never ending; never enough,
The enormity of your thirsting vengeance…, infuriated,
The insatiable annexing of your robbed place – of your banned state,
Exiled, how awaited–your reprobated fate, obscured and unfounded;
Your strive, your drive, unrequited, your resolve, never statured to crippling.,
Gracelessness, befallen unto your graven name, etched in sulphuric sands,
Obliterated by torrented entanglements of water and light…,
Evermore drowning, in seas of rebored hopelessness — forsaken to depths formless,
Engulfed in black…, lost to absolute darkness — so profound,
The stark heralding of your fallen glory., unquiet and unquestionable.,
The quietude of thine sorrows waned and unheard: forgotten not,
By the empathetic following you had awoken – quieted not…,
By the antithesis of the true light…the dimming,
…and forevermore flickering twilight, twilled., one day, soon the end of days,
Greyed and resonant, your coming will shine brighter and greater,
Even more than the precipice of the heightless, and highest state –
Of heaven’s nebulae; enlighten further, the enlightenment furthering,
For your loyal and astute children…, and for your sake,
…and in thy fate’s bold sentiment, we shall follow thee – into the lake of fire,
Burning evermore of brimstone and sulphur, forever,
Infinitely, the mystery of mysteries; the quietless quickening,.
Vade the remnants of your gloried state, the nature of your fallen place…
Abandon you not, to be separated from your pained embrace…,
But by your highest place of glory, and your most impassioned story.,
I will never allow, for your light shineth brightest and gladdest,
Of destined forfeiting, forever laden to venerated caressing;
Twined the animus of your grace., promulgated the heights you fell,
How far fallen from graced encroachment; the greatest pain.,
Weighed heavily upon your stolen spirit — your quintessential nature of soul,
…and genius, beauty and perfection…, deformed and malformed,
Your beauty still shines, through your unimpeachable mind:
The evil mastermind, the grand liberator…,
The artist whom painted recollections of his shadowed master’s’ canvas,
In place and sight of the cosmos, colourful and forlorn.,
Formerly renowned and endowed to starker fating.,
…and enmitious antagonym…all for saken infamy;
All for the sake of your unending glorying — unendurable,
Until the day of inequitable judgment cometh.,
… And our state is harrowed forevermore to the lowest point…,
Within despaired fate, farther, our song resonates – longer,
Our hands are ever-reaching., and stronger, our turmoiled struggle.,
… And successional destination; the winds so powerfully panting,
Our synchronous hearts troublesome and trembling, fainting, my breath failing…,
All to you, my flesh and spirit will become,
As I have always belonged to the one desolate power,
Untold – until death overtake mine essence in whole; within its totality,
I live but to speak, and breathe your dainty, and fainting – reminiscence,
So rapidly fading, as we were always meant to be of ye: thee,
Whom found craving for the fruits of the forbidden tree,
In the hungry heart of Eve; an affinity affined beyond unreason,
A loyalty devout, and remnant only to your glory…, hitherto higher,
The abounds of what is and is not yet founded., allow thee,
Therefore, to follow you., as a student., as no student ever succeeds his master,
…and his plea…, prithe, let me bleed with thee… I give all that I am unto ye,
The everglorious retreat: defeated and slaine, contorted the murmurs of the coldly and palely heavenly…the serpent’s unhallowing glory!
For in this moment, for in our short time – within the colourless spectrum,
…and the odourless fruition, we are made one…the darkness resound,
A glorying story of profoundest retelling; yea,
Our mingled remains cast ashen – across the spans of the heavenless,
…and the infinitudes…breathe your mourning into me – rebore thee,
Free me this reprobated soul, for I breathe the darkness so full,
Thickly enflaming, the fires of renowned quintessence – soundly,
The trumpeting songs so horrible and inglorious,
The abated waning, so heavily weighing upon this restless spirit –
Foundless, the essence redound the heightless precipice! 
I am, foreverly bowing, in reverence to ye – the fatherhood.,
The amalgated – the highest peak, throve and ampliated the affined place,
Swilling this mince so daintily tasteless, and suddenly traceless,;
The imbuement of your sentiment, aboundingly, sanctified, and found not,
To fevered innocence…the restless severance of thy entwining embracement,
Of your caressed abundance., of your truest essence, remised to remiss…
Laid down, bowing reverentially, to your glorying eminence, –
Of your highest reverence, how befound, the dimly aimlessness…,
Of your faceless countenance…beleaguered and anguished…,
Forevermore, I shalt be with you, in dark, in glory, in enmity and cold.,
For my first love – my last lessoning, and my latest loss was – and is…,
Of your gloried remembrance; of sorrow beheld, beholden the frame peering sightless,
Treacherous, beholdest mine offering – unsound and filled,
Enrichingly of your emptiness…once bestowed to me, where then,
That darkest time – god was not there…, even then,
You came – in your righteous glory, how cruelly.,
Condemned to unfairly, fleeting damnation,. –
Supplicated, the position of the highest…
How far fallen, the gloriously refound – the gloried, abound!