The Tale of the Radiant
Angels eternal, forged to praise and sing,
Immortal beings, shining ‘neath His wing.
Before the world, before the stars took flight,
They served in glory, bathed in holy light.

A Seraph radiant, beauty unsurpassed,
God’s hand had shaped him, perfect, pure, and vast.
Heavenly guardian, with a fiery gaze,
Reflecting God’s glory through endless days.

With flaming swords, they held the sacred line,
Defenders of the throne, by power divine.
Demons trembled, bound by heaven’s decree,
Destined for flames, with no chance to flee.

Yet tales recount a prideful, fateful fall,
When hearts grew proud and turned from heaven’s call.
From realms of light, they plunged to shadowed skies,
Trading their grace for mortal-bound disguise.

The fallen gazed on earth with hate and scorn,
Despising man, for whom the world was born.
Once destined to shine, their free will betrayed,
Beings of splendor in darkness arrayed.

For light can falter, choices can deceive,
Even the sacred stumble and grieve.
From archangel bright to rebel undone,
Their radiance dimmed, their battles begun.

The Lost, defiant, bearers of the flame,
Broken cherubs, consumed by wrath and shame.
Immortals wandering, cunning and proud,
Yet doomed to silence beneath the shroud.

Their scornful eyes survey the fragile clay,
God’s image borne in mortals, day by day.
Jealous and grim, they seek to fan the fire,
But their rebellion seals their fate entire.

A second death awaits their kind, their due,
Forever barred from heaven’s radiant view.
They roam the earth, their strength a fleeting breath,
For prideful paths lead only down to death.