Dead before he was even born,
An imperfect perfection was torn.
Tired of nothing and all,
Poor Lucifer just wanted a soul.

And thou, suddenly, came from nowhere,
A seraphic deviltry, at most,
And in a heavenly damnation, like a heretic,
You falleth, blindfolded by light.

Entangled in her arms, he shivered,
Shocked by thy tears he dropped,
Searching her eyes, he lingered,
Eternal love, they craved.

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And so I've been told with dread,
This story of a deity long dead ...