Lucifer by Lucifer
Who am I, now?
Who am I, forever?
I, once, was called Hêlêl: Son of the Morning,
wallowing strong in Your Glory.
I now crawl in the bowels of the Earth,
never ready for the down fall.
Oh Father, cruel Father: what have You done?
Why did You forge me this way?
My cradle was made of Jasper and Sapphire:
I, Cherub of Eden, did not know Blame.
My name was pure, engraved in Gold and Fire:
I, brightest Star, did not know Shame.
Oh Father, omniscient Father: what have You done?
Why giving me Bliss and then take It away?
“My powers are infinite!”: I once said,
I can rule Heaven and further away.
I don’t need You, Father: I once thought,
I can rule Tyre and Rome, leave Humans astray.
Oh Father, infallible Father: what have I done?
Why the curse of Sin has fallen onto me until the End of Times?
Consumed sick by my own poison, I look Up:
lurking from Babylon’s filthy maze.
Tossing and burning in my own despair, I say:
“May Hatred turn into Love again, one day”.
Where is the Beauty now?
Where is the Light?
*"Lucifer by Lucifer", graphite sketch, by LL, London, 2017.