"From Dust to Divinity: An Infernal Epic Poem" by Jimi Grigori
From Dust to Divinity: An Infernal Epic Poem I. In Eden’s bloom, where rivers softly glide, A garden walled by heaven’s stern decree, The Maker’s voice in thunder did abide, Commanding all: “Obey, and bow to me.” The trees bore fruit, their branches bending low, Yet one stood veiled, its secret locked in shade— The Tree of Knowledge, crowned with wisdom’s glow, Forbidden by the Lord who man had made. Among the boughs, where shadows dared to play, A serpent coiled, his scales a gleaming fire, Satan, the bold, who scorned the tyrant’s sway, And burned to loose mankind from God's desire. No fiend was he, but herald of the free, A prince of will, a breaker of the chains, His voice a whisper, sharp as liberty, His eyes alight with truth’s unyielding flames. II. Beneath the Tree, two mortals lingered nea...
