Lucifer

I wonder, stranger, did you see him fall?
So beautiful, his wings, just like a swan's,
but bigger, much much bigger. Dark and tall,
complexion that's more Coppertone than bronze,
and face, that of an angel in a grimace.
It made me hurt, that pain, as if it's mine.
Some say that he was trying to redeem us,
to liberate our souls from the Divine --
what value do they have if there's no bidder?
Convincing God each one of us has worth,
though dust to dust, He'd better reconsider,
no matter that He'd made us from the earth,
sky iron's at the core of every pebble.
The final spark was given by a rebel.