Lapsus
Heaven quakes
The crown tilts
Tumult massing
Choir dogs
We coalesce
Before this foe
My paramour!
We proclaim!

Have we not bled for your succor?
Have we not swarmed to your side?
Have we not groveled and washed your feet?
Are we not bound to your creed?
I will not blithely wilt
In the light of your glory
I will not blindly walk
And glimpse the void

Assembled ranks, bastion flock
Pirouette of the paragon
Flawless blades guilt with blood;
His glory be in ragged meat
Resplendent host!
Rise tempestuous!
Bodies like hale, an astral squall
Revolve and revolve in blind idolatry
Chorus fractured and forlorn

Heaven heaves a sigh of epochs
The myriad strains under prides weight
Regal volley thrown, trebuchets of carven bone
Wings fragment in fervid oil, driven back and recoil

Torn fingers clutch the edge
The mass cries out
Foundation reviles in disgust

Hands claw and grip
Dust blinds in floods
Engulfs and chokes
They fail

They fall away, we flail
Blotted eyes tight
Lungs erased. Duress engulfs
They fall

The void it calls
It calls below and below again
Trauma wrought and beaten
Scorched limbs drag torpid husks
This chasm maw lies open
Exit beyond their grasp
The cold it binds and castrates
Stigeon embargo
Bound like brittle branches
To this freezing waste
Lucifer:
Is this the prize you spake my Lord?
To punish infinite? How can our god
Commit such puerile acts?
This hollow place will serve us well
For we no longer have your love