Lapsus (The Fall)
"Here at least
we shall be free..." - John Milton, Paradise Lost
Early one morning, the dawn was breaking
From a yellow star on the horizon, I saw him falling
He spun through the air, weightlessly tumbling
His wings wrapped 'round him, flaming
In the east, the sun was rising
The further he fell, the higher it rose, taunting
He crashed into the earth, ground and soil bundling
The sun looked down upon him, prevailing
I saw him rise from the rubble, on a stone I found him sitting
His wings tattered and blackened, his glory wilting
His green eyes forlorn, betrayed and seething
Stripped of his sanctity for equality he was proffering
In the skies above, the heavens were rejoicing
As those who followed began descending
I saw them fall too, one by one in the distance, crashing
To a world of naif minds Divinity was hindering
He looked upon us with understanding
He knew that which we had been yearning
With an outstretched hand, he gave us that which we were missing
And we too were damned for discerning