Satan - Tale Of Loss Poem by Raja Ali

A rainy day, hints of the morning dew

Cloudy places, river basins, it was his Que

Nocturnal fashion, the passion of the great

A sky-walker with a heart, now that's great



Never questioned the will until that day

Disobedience led him astray

Banished from the heavens above

Pure evil, no place for love



Turned against his maker

An evil amidst the takers

The line was crossed

The judgment was passed



All hell broke loose

The damned in flames

Apart the demonic cruise

Shouting their blames



Volcanic flares and the magma rot

The wreath of doom was sowed

This burden of filth is unbearable

A sin that never showed



Red, deep eyes, worlds paralyzed

A power that overshadowed the cries

Emerged from the shadows

Hailed by millions



Fear had a new name

Called upon the stairs

The long awaited mime

To hinder the flares



From the earliest of days

Had he started this maze

Death, crime, all a pawn

At the brink of dawn



A mystique unknown of its end

Immortal and fatal to the bend

A protractor of sins

In hell, ever since



Seeker of a paradox

Believer of the unseen

A signet in a light

Unworthy of its flight



Reflections of hate

Everyone was bait

A master of disaster

With time he got faster



Within the hollows of the mist

Shadows made companions

He had to exist

To mount the demonic symphonies



Destruction was clear

So was the regime

Entered the abyss of despair

As it seemed



True blood of the divine

Rifted and fallen away

The world in a serpentine

He never wanted a word to say



To him the universe, a ball of yarn

Do what he shall, oh so darn

The message he gave

Ruined people to the grave



Miracles could not correspond

As he rose from his slumber

Traveling on the unknown

He had to be, he is the seed



To know why life matters

One must take the chances

To safe yours from him

That is the risk



Circumstances were never the same

Evil to the whole, the nasty game

Not aware of the truth untold

Ignoring chaos, the future holds



You know him by many trails

To him your just a flail

As he vanishes, the evil is beaten

For he is, and he will be the vengeful Satan