Lucifer's rehabilitation
There is no sweeter voice than thine,
the honeyed balsam to my soul,
the only medicine I need,
the sweetest music in the air,
the finest note that ever graced a melody,
the purest song that ever warbled
higher and more lovely than a nightingale
and softer to the touch of sentiment
to the beleaguered overwhelming sorrows of the soul.
The deepest darkness of the wailing heart
can only be dispersed by such a voice of tenderness
expressing purest honesty of deep affection
sending down a hopeful spark to Lucifer
with strength enough to swing him up to heaven
and restore his wings in whitest glory;
for such is the power of the honesty of love
that it can banish hell to heaven.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-01-18 at 18:57
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