As we are thinking of Christmas and what we are celebrating, I present a poem I wrote back in 2008.
The smell of sulfur rose in the air
Decay and carnage everywhere
The sound of a spirit fighting for breath
The sight of the grasping touch of death.
Amidst this all sat a blackened prince
His corpse scorched, each movement with wince
Eyes as black as burning coal
A clamoring, hating, dying soul.
With a roar, he summons those
Whose lives he’s snatched from clean white clothes.
They bow, the ground kissing their nose.
Only here he is sovereign – that he secretly knows.
He has been scheming the catastrophic demise
Of the One he loathes with no disguise
He’ll doom himself trying if he as to
Defeat his archenemy, his obsession to do.
“He thinks He’s a match for my superior fame!
All throughout history I’ve beaten His game!
There’s no way to save these worthless people!
Their minds are slush; their will is feeble!
“What I have done surpasses expectation
The Jews have no hope for Roman emancipation
His deliverance of their bodies and hearts
Cannot pass; I’ve murdered hope in that part!”
“Master!” His henchman kisses his black cloak.
“Something is a stir,” it says with a choke.
“Where?” The prince of lies jumps off his putrid throne
And stares at the world beneath his feet of bone.
A light shone pure in a very small place
He ground his teeth but laughed, contortions on his face.
“They can’t be saved, no beast’s blood can cover this great sin!
In the end, I, Lucifer, shall win!”
Down on the ground he flew, roaring as a lion
Into the very heart of Zion.
And what he saw: God’s perfect plan
Was so ingenious, right out of the Master’s hand.
With a howl that brought agony like blood
The devil buried back down into the mud
He had lost! He screamed wild.
God had sent His Son to earth as a tiny baby child.