an enemy led the tempest

as pride precedes the downfall

so he took his place before the firewall

of dissonant choirs whose faith in one

was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung

between forgiveness and the damage done

an electric scent over drear decay

lent a violent surge to their serenades

through white glades as his winged parade

bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors

within vast skies unversed in starkness

his might grew

and blew light hues to grey. and worse

a third of stars to darkness

then thunder seethed

and wreathed in thickening night

a line was drawn midst wrong and right

and across the throat of thieves

as love fell choked

the tempest broke

from heaven's farthest shore

descending to eclipse all hope

repentance might stay holy war

he would not heel nor fake a bow

murmur curses to the wind

enraged

he raved in balrog howls

upon a storm firstborn of sin

incensed anew

rebellious tore

like frenzied beasts of prey

through temple doors. thrown east before the midnight masses

and where once bliss reigned so serene

in sweeter glades

now veins ran openly. like eyes that shed from kindred ashes

when suddenly

there shone a hideous light

and a voice like three insanities

soared up in thistled speech

thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none