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The Devil sits upon his throne,
Playing his violin alone,
Such sweet sorrow, I've never heard,
In silence he plays, without a word
How bitter a creature, how tender a sound!
Serenity in Hell has now been found!
A lulling dream, laced in despair,
From a fearsome beast's own nightmare
Trapped forever, in darkened fire,
Without hope of flying any higher,
In tainted wings, he hides in sin,
With his beloved violin
The notes float desperately to the Heavens above,
Daemonic grace, a monstrous love,
Who knew the Devil could cherish like so?
Decadence of sound from Hell below
Upon hearing the sounds, God does recall,
The tragic day when the angels did fall,
A tear proclaims great lament within,
To separate Oneself from Their beloved kin
A noxious moment, a wretched breath,
As the angels listen to the sonata of death,
A beautiful plague infests every ear,
Upon every note that they do hear
Lo and behold, a great polyphony of strings!
Enough to strip the angels of their wings,
The sounds now bind them, like horrid chains,
And now they can feel the Devil's pains
It is difficult to know how one so infernal,
Could produce such beautiful music, eternal,
Perhaps the Devil just might have a heart,
to produce such wondrous works of art
Look to the sky, and embrace the rain,
Listen to the Devil's eternal disdain,
See past the fire and the burning coals,
And feel the Devil's withered soul
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This short poem is that of my own making. I love the sense of irony created in it. God seems to regret his decision to curse the Devil, whilst the Devil appears to be feeling emotional pain and sorrow.
 The Despair Embodied · Fri Mar 28, 2008 @ 01:04pm · 1 Comments |
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