Satan in the Lake of Ice
Satan in the lake of ice,
Lake Cocytus, it’s named,
His mind insane,
At God’s disdain,
His writhing pain,
Repeats again—
The fallen angels shamed.
Satan, winged, in massive height,
The travellers in awe,
His mammoth size,
Assaults their eyes,
His awful cries,
A grim reprise,
With echoes they deplore.
Satan cased in frozen chains,
His blackened heart as tar,
The flailing wings,
The ice that stings,
The curse that clings,
Such wrath it brings—
Below Orion’s star.
Satan, lost in solitude,
His face in wry chagrin,
This woeful wight,
A banished sight,
In sore affright,
In endless night—
Destruction from within.
Satan chained in time and feared,
By Dante and his guide,
He writhes anon,
By winter’s sun,
And all should shun,
This fallen son,
And rue damnation’s tide.
Satan outcast from the fold,
The host of heaven spent,
The land defiled,
In blackness styled,
His protest wild,
By hate beguiled—
A hellish ornament…
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