The Interview Series Iii: Raphael's Interview Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Verily, it is a thing of beauty, innit?
A vast wonder beyond the grasp of thy human mind.
Although,
I do not solely place blame upon thee.
The weakness of thy kind is apparent in every conceivable way.
Now I understand why my brother,
Lucifer,
was against my Lord's request to permit thy species to join the ranks of light...

- Let us stroll down the river of holy blood. -

I am aware that the talk of thy kind is polluted by our names,
but their tales are naught but mere stories.

Cast thy gaze high above.
Behold Mount 'Resilience'!

Where Lucifer's shining sword was struck down by the hands of Michael.
'Twas from there that his exile-chariot was launched into the dark heavens,
never to be spoken of again.
'Tis likely to trouble thy simple mind,
what he hath done.
Even if I tried explaining,
Ye would not understand.

Come, let us board the alleviating chariot,
lest thou shouldst be drenched in sweat thoroughly on thy journey here.

Forgive my rudeness unto thee;
we receive not many visits from beasts such as thyself.
It baffles me how thou canst bear the weight of our atmosphere upon thy shoulders - or is it the work of my father again?
None of thy kind - young and foolish - could survive one moment in our world.

Yet who am I to speak?
We too have invaded thy atmosphere,
though it reeked of primitivity.
Still, we deemed ourselves lords over it.
Surely thou understandest,
as we too require the aid of those considered lesser in the Universal knowledge.
Those who would call our king a 'god',
while we cannot.

And with that,
I bid thee farewell,
dear son of men.
In every particle of my being do I wish thee good tidings.
Just across the white hills, thou shalt find the path leading unto the chariots to Earth.
My king hath admonished thee not to stray where thou ought not.
I hope you heeded his warning,
We shall not welcome the blame for thy careless wandering.

My goodbyes extend to thee, dear son of men.

Goodbye and goodriddence.


O.M Hajane