ONCE A WORLDThe Last of Banii'Rretyn (bah-NIE' reh-TEEN)Gone are the great lords of Banii'Rretyn,Their unheeded destiny foretold.For eons they lived, great fortunes amassed,On the backs of perceived inferior kind.Under the displeased gaze of their gods,The grief from below was observed."How can this be?" cried the Greatest Divine,As his sorrow and anger grew ever more intense."They are but children," a deity replied,"Gone mad with power and greed.""We must intercede, and somehow curtailThis blatant display of barbaric might."Do be judicious when first you strike,"Pleaded the Goddess of Love,"For though they are wicked, we love them still,And would not want them destroyed in haste."The Greatest Divine considered her plea,And vowed to lessen his wrath.He warned that his patience was not everlasting,The wicked would forfeit their world if they erred.So, the deities entered the hearts of the lords,In hopes their unkindness would cease.But long in their malice the lords had dwelt
POOR ANGELGiven, long ago, the gifts of the gods,Winged beings did freely roam.In their hearts of purity and love,Of beauty and peace made their home.Their world was far and none could seeThe light shone forth from that distant world.No sun was near, for it needed none;The beings' radiance around it swirled.These beings were Angels, messengers divine,Employed by the gods to impart man's fate.The prayers of the faithful on earth rang clear,"Come gentle spirits, our fears to abate."On a time came one with inflated worth,'Tho once blessed with the same divine grace,Did vie for the crown of the kindly gods,That he alone could rule in their place.He cared naught for what his dark heart lacked,That his powers were not righteous, but weak.He had no fear of the mighty gods,For they seemed ever mild and meek.But their docile seeming was soon exposed,And the remorseful Angel did fall.His wings were severed, ne'er again to fly;Poor Angel, thence he was called.