Distant vistas   Swathed in the haze   Of the reddening sunset   Fell to whispers   'Neath the stars that marred descending skies      From the cusp of midnight mountains   Wending as a mist   Rebels truced with Feriluce   (In truth, few could resist)   Came praising this hellraising trough   The sparse and marble clime   Where Virtue bathed, their ravenings made   Her fountains flood with vine      Lifted with the gift   Of their dark seductive songs   She drifted from the path   She was surely set upon      Courting chaos   Prized in the sight   Of the covering angel   Taught in ways of   Smothering another love   Other than God      Worshipped in each other's arms   Like spider eidolons   The moon conducted like a charm   Those strange arrangements on   And this is how they came to be   Dragged before the throne      Trough tongues that hung whilst theirs were run   On soft white throats and punctured moans      Though fated now than later   By his tutor that had been   He baited the Creator   With the future he had seen      Of Michael, psyched with jealousies   A reich by His side   And worming Man about to be   The apple of His eye      His children lost to free will   And the cost of beaten hearts   Like the nigt 'twixt vice and Virtue   When Her kiss became a scar      Seraph enemies   Why has my lord forsaken my judgement   Am I not free as He to indulge my darkest fantasies?      From embittered lips   These words were slavered   Split on the whips   Of their witch hunt gathered      He sought Her gaze   Midst drowning crowds that howled in rage...   Blasphemer!   Blasphemer!      Though She was gone   Not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng   But ghosted back where She belonged...      A grace embracing Michael   In a lace of tears that bleared Her pride   He swallowed   Blood followed   Through with spit for all things divine   Through with spit for all things so fucking blind      His seal He tore   And to the floor   He threw his tie to Heaven   Signifying holy war      And watchful of this sign   A thousand flames, unauthorized   Left celestial posts   To coalesce and, unified   Return their fallen leader   As he turned one final time   And threw a glance   Like a downward lance   That stung like guilt in every mind