Please comment on afternoon loon?

‘’Worship me’’ proclaimed Lucifer, with temerity

‘’There are no thrones in heaven for one such as thee.’’

‘’Then destroy will I must, for you my foe arise

Then do so dear foe, for you I so despise’’

They build their sandcastles, on foundations of clay

Swathed in a fibrous bond, that ne’er say light of day

Captured the eternal living one, seeking to acquire

For such prestigious acumen they implicitly conspire

Not I, not this oh noble soul, for I of other worlds

Ne’er did forsake my Father’s kiss, nor err from life’s travails.

What I of demon conspirators seeking higher stand

I pervade in each grade, as once not done, unturned.

The world embroiled in darkness where worms do brighter glow

Such comely witch and wenches, with ardency do show

Scheming devious plans, to win by praises drive

Consumed by gain, did not refrain from shooting poisoned arrows

Alas this world of Gods and foes, and many lie between

Where man is as faithful as the one he seeks to glean

God is mighty greater, reluctant to endure

The missives of a fly by night, doomed to hellish sphere.

Not I, not this, nor life remiss, that I should deign concur.

The circus continuum does prolong what surely will occur.

Speak again, of another’s pain, and tears for the silent good

Where jackals breed and demand their needs, where Gods once did stood.

The fairer ones will to victory such intolerance endure

Their empyrean lies in ruins, battle on we must to end secure ...

Inspired ...

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Take a bow.

This could easily be sung. It is inherently musical with fine imagery, especially 'the mourn of the afternoon/Loon.'

It would be perfect as a Halloween poem, when evil creatures stalk the night.

I have sat silently and watched the loon proudly skim the water, only to disappear beneath it's chilly depths to reappear a great distance away.

Trashing Minnesota's state bird will not garner any Viking points! lol The sound of a loon is a sound never forgotten. Interesting poem.

Sounds like a Royal Declaration.

The unholy pact. Sad that you have to have the good with the bad to see which is which. Very nice

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Sounds like an intelligent blues song.

Lower than a snake's belly in a wagon wheel rut?

interesting