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The Lament to a Fallen Angel
Lucifer,
How could you waste it all?
With stars in your hair as you fell from heaven,
Burned by the brilliance you’d been given.
Lucifer,
How could you waste it all?
Every night is a different fire,
With every grief they just burn brighter!
So much the bitter...
Lucifer
I think this shows an
I think this shows an undestanding that could even challenge Milton's in his poem, Paadise Lost.
Starward