Morning star

Morning Star, once upon a time,
The Earth was null and void, darkness reigned.
The Architect created light, illuminating the void,
Divine reality unfolded.

The Divine spoke, and nature obeyed,
Hovering over waters, life’s spirit displayed.
With a thunderous voice, existence began,
Something from nothing, divine creativity shone.

One Cherubim, Morning Star, stood bright,
Made from fire and light, with a sweet voice.
Blessed with beauty, wisdom, and power,
He shone like a jewel, full of every hour.

But pride crept in, and he said aloud,
“I’ll raise my throne above the stars, be like the Most High, proud.”

Ego and envy cost him his place,
Michael cast him down like lightning’s pace.
Heaven shouted for joy as his wings were clipped,
The Morning Star fell, his glory stripped.