Deus Ex Machina Part 4: Redemption Poem by Navarun Mallick

Our world seemeth so light, and so fresh.
Here, all feeleth new everyday. We wonder often,
Is all this beauty for us only? May we
Partake of what we please, as much as we please?
Some of us - the bold ones - do as they wish.
In the chase for the material, they stumble upon the non - material.
Impassioned, they fight, and kill, and do evil.
But they can never be a true part of God or Devil,
For they shalt always be human, and only human.
The Devil knew this well; it was but a matter of time,
When humanity would throw off the yoke cast by him,
And be the masters of all again, free.
Free to be God and Devil, free to destroy, free to build.
Humans never needed Devil, or God.
It has taken a long time for them to realize this.
This was the subject of the Devil's reflections, as he stood
Splattered and smeared all over with the blood of God.
There was a distant rumbling, as the grey clouds above
Were illuminated in a flash of yellow and red.
That's Ddraig, thought Devil, fighting that mortal,
The Hero of the West, the one fated to end me.
Well, atleast I won't have to wait much longer, thought Devil.
It's about time I die, and about time that pitiful wretch
Called God, understands the true meaning of the Devil.
As if on cue, the ceiling of the clouds shook,
As the grey veil was forced apart and a mighty figure
Tumbled from the sky. Ddraig, Lord of Dragons
Hath fallen at the hands of Emilia Justina.
Emilia chargeth at the Devil, sword raised. She sayeth,
"Thy reign of evil is over, Arch-fiend! Humans are not
Thine to master, and be the puppeteer of! Today, thou'lt die! "
The Devil and the Hero rageth ‘gainst one - another.
Devil, being the Devil, hath much more power than Emilia,
He useth his rage in full force ‘gainst her,
But the human spirit of the Hero doth not back down.
She see'th an opening - the Devil guardeth not his chest.
The Hero seizeth the opportunity, and stabbeth with all her might.
Her blade entereth the Devil's heart, as he
Spluttereth, and falleth prone on the ground.
Oh, mighty being! How low hast thou fallen.
Thou, who once dwelled in the Garden of Paradise,
Now falleth at the hands of a lowly mortal.
The broken form of God leaneth on Emilia for support,
As she sayeth, "It is done. The Devil is no more."
The sky cleareth, and the field becometh lighter,
But the Devil's corpse smileth. His disembodied voice speaketh,
"Thou need'st me, God! Thou know'st that is true!
In any case, thou'lt soon beg for me to come back."
Saying so, the corpse of the Devil dissolveth in black flowers,
As he returneth to the Infinite. The moment of God
Is but a faux pas. Injured God and tired Hero
Now looketh upon a world as a new age seemeth to begin.
The road that leads back to Paradise is long,
But the journey hath begun once more

Epilogue: Daybreak

The end of a momentous day draweth near,
As the shadows creepeth upon the lands of our world.
But they seemeth not so menacing now,
As their master hath been vanquished, and sent to the Infinite.
A starry, clear night casteth its cloak upon the earth.
As Hypnos healeth all with a panacea named Hope.
Finally, humanity hath a chance to return to Eden,
Basking in the light of its own glory.

Or so it seems.