The northern star

(The confession of the Lucifer)

I was given lots of names.
Someone call me – Northern star.
Disfigured picture in a crystal frame.
The only winters, crawling from afar,
Can feel my inner flame.

Faked blamed in a crafty crime
Was sent back to the roots,
Because of my temptation
To arrive
At the forbidden truth…

Competing in а wit with God,
I went too unaquiscent,
So he was abashed by my daring words.
As bestial rebel, I was thrown in the prison,
But that seems better, than his supreme abode!

Fell into disfavor,
I heard accusations
By most of his servants, like cattle in shed,
Despite acclamation, I rose from the ashes,
Wishing the revenge and passion ahead.

Under a cover of a polar night,
I’m still absorbed
In painful after-thought.
I swear: to get from him a fight!
What could be last for ALL…

Have never been "fallen" – too for the rumours;
In abyss I wore myself out with suffering.
My wings aren’t broken in the teeth of God’s rules.
Rotten paradise -
Just abounds with bigoted gathering.

Don’t need acquittal. Any compassion –
Will never be taken
Вy me from the skies.
Confession of mine is a holy damnation,
FOREVER CARVED IN THE ICE…