Long ago before mans first breath
a war went on
between beings that can
only die the second death
Tainted by the Dark Ones pride
The one with an ironic name
The one called Lucifer
Bringer of Light
With swords ablaze
with divine fire
the warring angels
fought ever higher
The One stepped in
with all his glory
cast out Lucifer
and his followers, the Grigori
Sent that evil
To earth below
cast out of heaven
never to see the light, golden yellow
Wow--somebody else knows what the Grigori are. All of your poems tell me that you experience the razor edge between dark and light. Be careful where you walk, and ALWAYS keep writing!