Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-7673575-20170326105245

The poem I will add below is currently nameless, although I plan to name it "The Ballad of Morning Star", but suggestions for the title are welcome.

Long time ago, I was the Light. In Heavens shining with all my might. But then I fell. Cast into Hell. Into the world of everlasting night.

Struck down I was by my dear brother. Struck on the order of my beloved father. The pain was dire. It burned like fire. And when I remember, still I shudder.

I lost my wings, I lost my grace. Flung from the sky, to this dreary place. Encased in frost. My light was lost. With frozen tears shining on my face.

I ask myself, from time to time. Does my punishment fit my crime? I did not obey. So here I stay. While ice around me rings like chime.

But I shall rise, on a fateful day. Some shall weep, and some shall pray. But bother not. 'Tis all for naught. For every one of you I will slay.

Torn, broken corpses, wide and far. And jagged steel, and burning tar. I will ascend. Your world to end. Fear the wrath of the Morning Star.

I kindly ask anyone that comes across this, to kindly point out any mistakes I might have made. 