The Eternal Being

The Eternal Being,
Once the mightiest of all,
Now the fallen one;
Down from hell he came,
To reclaim what he craved.

But no one looked once at him.
'I am an immortal', said he.
No affection did the people show.

The Eternal Being,
Devoid of any human feeling,
Filled with ruthless wrath,
massacred every living thing.

All those who were only maimed,
lived in cages of brass and steel,
asking for mercy, in Death.

The Eternal Being,
Once the mightiest of all,
humble and great,
had succumbed to darkness.

The God up there, saw it all,
Put a silence to his lips,
not for so much long.
He took away his power, his soul.

The Eternal Being,
once the mightiest of all,
became weak like a cub's roar.

Wrath and hatred in his veins,
the fallen being entered His humble abode, Heaven.
Took out his precious sword,
wanting to avenge, whom he thought his demons.

God He was, and God He will ever be.
He could not strike one blow to Him.
Instead, the blade of the coldless sword struck himself,
straight in his merciless heart,
making a pool of red blood tears.

And thus, one woeful poetry this became,
the Eternal Being,
once the mightiest of all,
now slept in pain.