The Former Glory of The Morning Star
By Brandon Stoltz
There was once a star in the times of old
That was one of the greatest and the brightest of all the skies.
He was known only as The Morning Star
With many gifts and blessings bestowed by his Creator
To make him one of His greatest creations.
His light was bright beyond anyones wildest dreams
Unrivaled by even the brightest of the stars.
His power was so great and mighty
That the universe would dance for him without uttering a word or lifting a finger
His knowledge and glory was so abundant
That it transcended all other creations
Wearing them like a brilliant cloak of royalty.
His speed was so quick
That he could be anywhere in an instant for he had no need for
Anything else for they would only slow him down.
His beauty was infinite and indescribable
And it added to his already brilliant light adding the beauty to its magnificence
With its nigh perfection.
His twelve wings of gold were some of the most breath taking in all of Heaven
For every move they would make would release glorious music
Praising both their master and his Creator.
His last and one of his most notable traits was that of his great pride.
He beamed with confidence, thinking that anything was possible for him and that
Nothing was out of his reach.
Sadly this would be where Irony would claim its first victim
For it was then that it would be that one of his greatest qualities
Would prove to be the key to his downfall.
It was then he realized that he was not the greatest and most glorious of all things
That there was one thing that was even greater then him.
It sickened him to know that there was something that was brighter then him, faster then him, stronger then him,
More glorious then him, and infinitely more beautiful then him.
It was none other then that his creator
This was where the first seeds of ill intent would be planted
For his thoughts as time went on became even more sinister.
He decided that he would set out and prove that
He was the brightest, the fastest, the strongest, the most glorious, the most beautiful,
And that he was the only one who was worthy to rule Creation.
He gathered his followers and subordinates and waged war in the name of Pride and
As we know today
His plan failed horribly.
With that he was cast out of the heavens for what he had done.
His light was taken from him being replaced only by unending darkness.
His beauty was corrupted and it bended and twisted in the most horrid ways possible
Turning into something that was unimaginably grotesque.
His glory too was replaced with eternal notoriety and infamy.
His grace and magnificence was now gone as if it was never there.
It ironically pained him that in his former days he was closest to God
But now that closeness and trust was turned into envy, hatred, and disgust.
The order and consistence in him was turned into utter and complete chaos.
The only things that remained unchanged were his power, speed, and most of all,
His selfish pride
Which would become the eternal motivation for his revenge
That of which continues to this day.