To Milton's Satan

To Milton's Satan
By Andrew Moravick

In sin you ate and with death you dined
Bred in you hate and with malice of mind,
You exploded with actions and words of woe,
Destroying yourself instead of your foe,
And that foe whom you fought be truly a friend,
Though all that you sought truly led to your end,
So then seek you out by some secondary style,
A means and a manner to your opponent defile,
Cowering corrupt a conniving plan you prescribed,
From the spirits of revenge on which you imbibed,
Drunk in delight of dark deed to be done,
Rapidly to righteous retaliation you run,
On blackened wings to air you take to make haste,
TO your victims souls you go to damn and lay waste,
For they are the one weakness for you to make gains
Gainst your foe by bestowing on them the pains
Felt by you when in your pride you boldly blasphemed
And so set you upon them, a terror too great to be dreamed
By the innocent victims of your voracious villainy,
Outcast and cursed by your cruel craft, continually
Carrying on characterized by your terrible temptation,
Passing to posterity the lashes of your lethal lamentation
And so now in sin we hate and on us Death dines
While woefully we wait for salvations sweet signs,
Which will tell of a time when free from you we will be,
And no glimmer of further gain may your monstrous eye see.