Christmas Night Legend - Poem by Gert Strydom
When the aurora borealis on Christmas night
throw magical lights over the north pole,
Lucifer rises out of his hell domain
to look at the outside world.
A single night away
from the terrible fire
can feel as it last a eternity
and when the ice glitters silver white,
he stares over the pure ice fields.
There are guilt thoughts
that rises ghostly out of the silver white
are for a moment in his heart.
Above him the northern lights gives magic to the night
and reminds of a place
with glowing precious stones,
where he once were
when without fault in his construct
he gathered with the sons of God.
Magical colours are reflected on the ice fields
from lime green to sapphire blue,
canary yellow to crimson
which vanishes into purple.
He remembers the coming
of the almighty God
as a baby child,
the strange star,
archangels appearing rejoicing
to the shepherds
and children’s cries
disappearing in the dark.
He lifts his fist clenched
against the Creator of the universe
in a sign of opposition
and trembles when a lightning bolt claps near him.
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