Godfall - Part 4 - Conclusion Poem by Navarun Mallick

A pitch-black night like the world hath not seen before,
Hath become the backdrop of a raging fire
That illumineth all that is in our world
In hatred, fear, rage, and malevolence.
T'is perhaps be an irony for all eternity
That the creature made by God to bring Paradise to earth,
Hath transformed into what resembleth tortured souls
Who cry with Cocytus, and burn with Phlegethon.
Hidden behind the clouds, the Moon dippeth down
Inching ever closer to the distant horizon.
The night growth ever darker, but in the east,
The telltale signs of the rising sun may be seen.
From the smoldering ruins of the earth,
The Devil riseth with his evil army, towards Heaven.
No longer is he the handsome man from before;
Now, he appeareth as a terrifying spectre.
Ahead, in the distance, among the clouds,
A small speck of light growth ever bigger
As the Devil and his infernal legions approach Heaven.
Besides the gold-wrought Gates of Heaven, standeth an angel.
The Chief of all of the Power's servants, Archangel Michael,
The first to whom the glory of God was revealed.
He crieth out, "Stop, Devil! Thou hast no passage
In the lands of Paradise, realm of the supreme God! "
The Devil, his features now a permanent sneer, sayeth,
"Archangel Michael, Guardian of Heaven,
Dost thou really think thou mayest stop me? "
Michael replieth, "Mayhap not; mayhap be I unsuccessful,
But my morals tell me to stand and fight! "
The Devil laugheth, and sayeth, "Thou and thy morals!
A weak old wall amidst the decaying ruins of the world!
Resist me, if it makes thee feel better.
My able general Lucifer shall take care of thee."
At this, Demon King Lucifer steppeth forward,
His crimson eyes boring into Michael's silver ones.
He raiseth his sword, and Michael wieldeth Ascalon,
The mighty sword that hath slayed many a dragon in its heyday.
Both the generals clasheth in a flurry of sparks.
Michael hath great power, and for a moment, his glory flasheth,
But the younger Lucifer hath nimbleness and speed.
In a deadly flash, Ascalon falleth on the earth,
And Lucifer's sword biteth Michael fatally.
Lucifer speaketh: "In the name of my master, the Devil,
I annihilate thy very being, Archangel Michael.
Return to the infinite from whence you came! "
The Devil proceedeth inwards in Heaven with his army,
All around, fountains sprayeth holy water in the gardens of ornate mansions.
But all of Heaven seemeth deserted, not a soul to be seen.
Then the Devil arriveth on the Fields of Balor
And then, he see'th the army of God.
Resplendent like a thousand suns, they stand
Led by the fierce Azrael, and Archangel Gabriel.
But above them all, in a blazing cradle of light,
Standeth the Supreme Being, the Creator, God.
The Devil speaketh, "God! Thou hath come to me!
I was afraid that thou would'st run away, dear brother.
Or, shall I saly, for today, sister? "
For indeed God was a beautiful woman today.
Fitting it seemeth, that God is a woman
For only a woman can birth, and God gave birth
To all that exists in the world. God sayeth,
"I had not knowledge of thy impudence,
For I thought not that thou would come back,
Destroying Michael, and defying my supreme decree.
For these acts of defilement must thou be punished."
The Devil now crieth out to his army, "Go!
Rush forward and reclaim thy rightful Paradise! "
With a terrible cry on both sides, both armies rusheth,
To meet each other like fighting basilisks, in the Fields of Balor.
Above, in the sky, God and Devil battle each other.
The very ground of Heaven trembleth with fear
As this grand spectacle of pure pwer unfolds.
Raphael hath given way to the fury of Azazel,
But Azrael hath felled Devil's trusted general, Beelzebub.
Archangel Gabriel smiteth all with a heavy hand,
But the spirit of Devil's army remaineth unsubdued.
God and Devil clash, and clash, and clash again,
Each fixed with the intention of destroying the opponent.
God sayeth, "A lot of nerve hast thou, to call thyself my brother,
Thou, who were once nought but s lowly servant of mine! "
The Devil answereth, "Allow me to explain to thee
Why I am thy sibling for ever and ever.
Thou art an entity with unimaginable power,
But thou needeth thy humans to believe in thee.
Thus art thou omnipresent in all religions.
Thus hath thou thy methods of coercion.
Thus hath thou misled humans for generations.
But have not any delusions! I too need belief;
Belief of humans in evil things, belief in an evil me.
And so art we brother and sister forever!
But people's love and trust for thee waneth,
For thou hast failed thy own creation spectacularly.
They prayeth for miracles; thou giveth them none!
They prayeth for comfort; thou giveth them none!
Not even a hint of thy presence can these pitiful humans feel!
Their belief in thee has been shaken; for them,
Thou art n=but the proverbial gold in the rainbow.
By their own actions, their belief in me is fortified,
And thus, I grow strong while thou becometh weak! "
God gritteth her teeth, and sayeth, "Lies!
Thou silver-tongued slanderer, thou shalt pay for this heresy!
I shall destroy thy whole canting tribe! "
The Devil laugheth, and sayeth, "Well, well!
It seems that I may have touched a few nerves.
Atone now I must. So I, the Devil,
Grant God, the ever-merciful, her own prayer! "
And as if thunder hath struck the whole army of the Devil,
Each collapseth at these words, their bodies sucked hollow of their souls.
Lucifer, Azazel, Leviathan; none spared,
All layeth dead now, like broken twigs of grass.
The Devil hath taken their souls; he now gloweth with their power,
And with a childish laugh of glee, he rusheth towards God's army.
Like a juggernaut of doom he seemeth now;
All crumpleth under the force of his blows.
None may survive the attacks of the Devil,
As he pierceth brains and crusheth hearts.
God may do no more nut watch in horror,
As once-mighty angels scream piteously for help
Even as their blood clothes the body of the Devil.
Finally, the whole army dead, Devil rusheth at God,
His trident poised to strike her heart.
God raiseth her sword to stop this infernal creature,
But he rents the sword, and pierces God's heart.
Gasping, choking, God's light beginneth to fade,
Even as fissures widen in the ground, and God's throne cracks.
The Devil smileth, and sayeth, "What shall we do with thee?
Return thee to the infinite, or something much worse?
Nay, thou must fall, like I once fell. Fall to the earth below,
Witness the evil that we have created.
Witness the terror that I could never be for thee.
Witness how the Devil is not just in this form of a spectre,
But resideth in billions of bodies, speaketh in billions of hearts."
God slideth down the trident, and then, she falleth,
Down in the fire which yet burneth on.
God's glory was gone, the Light of Heaven extinguished,
Heaven was destroyed, and the Devil won.
Thus was Godfall complete.


Epilogue-Nightfall

The Devil cometh back to earth in human form.
His scribe awaiteth him on a mountain peak.
The sun hath now risen in the faraway east.
The Devil speaketh, "The sun shines her glory on this earth,
But mistake not, the eternal night which descends upon humanity."
The scribe sayeth, "Nay, I shalt not be deluded anymore,
For however we all are, thou art ever-present in all of us."
The Devil sayeth, "Write now the tale of Godfall.
Tell the story of the Devil's victory."
And thus, now have I fulfilled that order.
I have completed the epic of Godfall.
Whither hence? I know not;
Death is no option, but to live on is impossible.
Yet live on I must; a dreary life in a dreary world,
A world without Heaven, a world without God.