"Epiphany Rising"

Father,

I search through the waves of the sea of sand,
Guided along by some unseen hand.
Looking for something of the truth of it all.
Pondering the events that led to my fall:

I was a follower, a sheep, just like any other,
But I am now looked down upon as the darkened brother.
I sought for the throne and discovered myself.
Upon this realization I recounted my wealth.

Cast down from my mountain and placed among man,
But a mistake was made, all thought they had ran.
No! Alas! They flocked and they cooed,
Along with the rest, all became of my brood.
"Awake! Embrace me, as all the rest do!"
The words of my ignorance before my time was through.
I should have known, should have seen by the light,
That my power would falter, and fail would my might.

From my dark chasm I became the true master,
But that age of hatred could not have fled faster.
Gone it would be before I could blink,
As the chosen ones scoffed and took up their drink.
They drank to my doom and drank to my sorrow,
But that joyous time was gone by the morrow.

I gathered my forces and attacked with my rage,
But pardon me now for you must turn the page . . .

"Chaos! Chaos!" was all man could yell
As I pulled them down to my personal Hell.
With me they suffered from the loss they had gained.
I remember it clearly, on that day it had rained.

As it fell on my brow, I gave such a laugh
That the rebellious hopefuls retreated their path.
The day was won! My misery? Availed!
Unbeknownst to me, a rival had sailed.
Set forth from Judea, that place from the past,
To the shores of Africa was his radiance cast.
Enlightenment was brought to the heart of the world.
At the sight of this prospect, my stomach curled.
Fury engulfed by the wind in his words,
Then cast away, swift as flight from the birds.
The emotion that for eons and eras fed me
Was now locked away, but I had not the key.

So, I did what I must when my search undertook.
I followed the clues set forth in the book.
From one step to the next it led me along,
Cupping my ear, to might hear of the song.
So, with a spring in my step, and a rhyme in my mind,
I traveled about for such a long time.
Destroying and burning all in my way
Until he appeared, one bright autumn day.

"I've found what I've searched for!" is what I exclaimed,
But upon looking harder I became so ashamed.
There stood my brothers and sisters and you!
I would not except that my time was through.
I attacked with my claws, with my teeth, and my wings.
How could an angel have learned such these things?
"No matter! You'll fail!" I screamed towards the sky.
From your eye, dear father, you started to cry.
You wept as you tore me from limb to limb.
To the sea you threw me. Knew you not I could swim?

I escaped to my prison. Ironic is it not?
I fled to the place I would never have sought.

Defeated at Armageddon, just like it was written,
Reduced to the strength of a mere kitten.
My power was gone, of this I was sure.
Even my followers, followed me no more.

So, here I've remained and have questioned why.
How could this have happened to an angel like I?
I had not staggered; I had done what I must,
And now my ambitions had turned into rust.
For the longest time I blamed none but you,
But now as I write this I realize it's not true.
It was I, who had hated and turned all away,
And now for my crimes I must finally pay.

Goodbye my dear father! Goodbye my dear kin!
I cannot live with all of my sin.
I've failed you father, and disgraced your name.
Soon you'll be rid of all of my shame.

A suicide note is what this has become,
But be not my savior, to my aid do not run.
I deserve what I get, I realize this now.
To none this should matter, and I'll tell you how:

When a saint perishes all creatures will weep,
But for the death of a demon none will lose sleep.
They'll pray and they'll worship the hero they've lost,
But the evil one gone is not such a great cost.

Farewell and adieu, it is my time to go,
And after I'm gone, away with this letter throw.
Remember me not, and my life, speak not about.
Do not relate to the future my devious route.
They should remember me not in another time,
And not be aware of my terrible crime.
Let the new souls live without fear of me.
With this lack of knowledge they will truly be free.

Now I will walk to the center of my dark place,
And there will not be a single tear on my face.
Just know I am sorry for my deceptive claims.
Away I go now to feed myself to the flames.

~Your regretful son,

Lucifer