Behold the angel who flies on glass wings
And on the fragmented rainbow ribbons
That dance in beams and prisms around him.
Behold his great armored mail forged from lux,
Silken robes that fluttered in the white wind -
woven from threads of luminosity.
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Was I seduced by the twinkling rainbows -
Churning storms in his colorless cold eyes?
When the holy Lord proclaimed, "let there be light"
You were firstborn, our brilliant morning star.
How the people loved you, how I loved you,
All the gemstones could not capture your beauty.
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But why then, was your colorless light dyed black?
Was it your sin to question the universe?
And from where does your grand resentment follow?
Did you despair to know that you could not be -
As the Lord is? Were you duped by the vile curse
As the Lord was?