Antipope

Theogony
Of the primal priests I assume the power, Eternal muse, grant me thy counsel I dream… Infinity revolves The one becomes apart From Chaos springs forth An Awkward mind Derailed creation Dancers spinning On the woven carpet of time ‘til the last of days. Now as a stage for a play Of hopes and fears Shall be the newborn firmament and Music of the spheres A dirge… a lament for a stillborn illusion. The earth was without form and void And darkness was upon… Void took the form Of remnants of the dream Where jealousy and greed Letras de cancionesMarred the future scenes Inscribed upon the Abyss On heaven’s arrival walls The spirits, primal, bewinged, dawned Adorned the fatal vistas. Angels stainless arched the spires Fixing stars where wayward fire, The highest of the celestial powers, Twice-winged to surge for th’utmost desires, Reached the heights where plain for all to see Was the design for the divine tragedy. The first born of flame The fierce Morning star Proud bringer of the light Did he venture too far? For where the visions still endured Laid bare was the future wrapped in horrors still obscure. Blinded by the treason saw Th’unfolding arabesque Where in details hidden was his part In coming strife (that) his soul would rend Thus o’er the throne of God He swore allegiance to none above Silenced were the choirs Mute and waiting for a storm Unheard was the quiet Like (a) deep breath before the plunge In the still new air revealed The future he had seen And third of stars now darkened The soothing dream for them ceased to be The legions gathered, Renouncing their Lord Atoning to new melody The trumpets blew In Dorian mood The forest of spears To attack moved Unleash hell” Against the throne and tyranny of God Raged the war in heaven, a battle proud Aspiring fires, The league of burning spirits came to stall. Michael took the leading post To oppose the rebels with his lot. Armed with hell flames And fury all at once O’er Heaven's high towers They forced the way resistless. Of Undying fire Their hearts were made And firm they stood against another score Of the assaults Of the heaven’s guard And the insults They spat On the temple's floor Some began to think of draw But never to withdraw Until from the ranks Sounded a murmur to repent Yet he denied and continued To conquer fate And so the battle went on Both sides sterner still But from the madness came the voice Of thousand thunders quenching all will Disturbers of peace I suffer none Those who stand with him Shall be banished forthwith. For I am a jealous God And no other lord Shall I permit to exist By the thunders roar All angels came to see The true face of their God And the hate that bred within. Hurled headlong flaming from th’ethereal sky With hideous ruin the rebel horde Was thus cast down. In the hour of hellfire Legions cursed the seal. So did I mourn to see Such a tragic defeat. The field was lost and down fall’n the Black One from the sky. No more light but dark he brought And thus by will of God the halo died. Was it love or will for domination that made this riddle into a Gordian knot? From Letras Mania