So I was moved by Isaiah 14:12-14, "How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning...For thou hast said in thine heart, 'I will ascend unto heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God...I will be like the Most High..."'.
And I began to write:
He, the Evil,
once a blot, a spot
upon our simple surfaces;
he has lusted of our flesh
and carried death into our secrets.
He, the Evil,
he is eating now away
what makes us living us and
he is not content with skin and stem;
yet, no, the very flesh is neither not enough;
he would have the core.
But wait, proud thinker, look:
although it seemed the core that
He, the Evil lusted for,
now we realize
that it must be the seed.
Again we err, we look not deep enough;
we thought he wanted us:
How vain we are.
How absurdly simple we.
He, the Evil,
he does at the Maker strike;
he, cruel destroyer, he,
he wants the Tree.
2000 AD
