Poetry Thursday: The Adversary
Hi ho, everyone. This is a poem I've been working on for a couple of weeks. It is very much a work in progress. But for today I wanted to share it with you and get your feedback. I hope you enjoy. *** Ha’Satan rose up to speak in the Council. “Why, Lord of All, do you demean yourself “For these creatures? Those who blaspheme “Your Name, who care not for your laws, “Who make you regret each day their genesis?” Ha’Satan was mighty in the council. He held Pride of place among the Host, willing to say That which others would not. He knew his role, His seat in the council given from Adonai. The Accuser. The Adversary. The one Who held these walking sacks of ash and dust To account, ungrateful for their lives, Eager to squander the short time given them. He, who had sung at the first music ordained By Adonai, whose voice helped usher in The world, looked at these mortals with nothing But anger. He had no role in their mak...
