Poetry: Immaculate Defeat

 It’s the year
2020,
The chosen year
for your defeat—

Sweet victory 
Sheer Power.

Let me tell it
for all to hear.
For all to see,
for Earth to know.

Recorded in Heaven 
Record it on Earth!

The second heaven
grey skies, 
gloomy air.
There you stand
adorned in fear
smoke, 
and panic—

Your mind speaks:
I know the outcome;
my Creator, 
fighting His Breath,
His Spirit 
my Mother
my obsession
my fixation—
here we stand
in sword combat…

Looking at you
enslaved captive
I lament:
you were in Eden,
Our sacred garden, 
covered in jewels;
precious stones,
your mountings and settings
crafted in gold 
anointed guardian 
anointed cherub

We appointed you
you are Our first!
created to worship 
created to serve
created to love
created to follow 
created to guide
created to lead…

the creation of music 
in Our first being!

Swords in hand
ready to go
swoosh-swash 
cling-clang
swords beating
at the speed of sound.

Intense fighting 
a delightful battle 
predictable gestures
a sweet victory!

Your sword drops
your heart sinks
dead still you stand
not moving an inch.

utter defeat
it’s loud and clear
Heaven rejoices 
It’s set in stone.

Banished from heaven 
your quest begins 
“I will pursue Her”
your heart sings.

Imprisoned,
by your thoughts, 
held hostage,
by your desires.

Expired, extinct
they call you satan
Congratulations! Our dead son—



Bathabile