Poem 232 – Prince of the Air

When Jesus son of Mary second Eve,
Saw Satan fall like lightning down from heaven,
Prince of the air

Milton, Paradise Lost, Book X, 183-5

Prince o the air, how you tumble,
Lord over skies, how you dive,
And soaring above a timely gust
Still you plummet through your realm.
Majestic scion of Heaven itself,
And now King of all Hell,
You reach the bottom of your second princedom,
But do not return so well.


Dear readers,

It is unlike me to mock Satan as a character, but here it is quite amusing, in my mind at least, to imagine the great antihero-demon bouncing up and down like he were on a trampoline.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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