Off the ramparts, Lucifer leapt
Before he knew the first regret.
Knowledge swapped for innocence
A last act of disobedience
For which he paid with a Heavenly curse
Heard throughout the universe.
And then at last there came a morn
When he chose to be reborn.
In a tinseled city’s bright embrace
Where mortals sought to regain grace.
On that bright shore, he drew first breath
Of air thick-fused with life and death.
Come to my arms! The city said.
You are only the damned, not the dead.
Heavenly and Hellish provocateur,
You are all that enflames and all that allures?
I am yours now, heal me or harm.
Come to my arms, Angel, come to my arms!
All disrobed, Hell’s bright king
Took a blade and severed a wing
That might backward him propel.
‘I am never going back to Hell.’
He looked around and thought it good
And walked boldly into Hollywood.
The stages of a winged Lucifer drawing. Pencil, ink, color.