Prognosticate

Lost in the debris of
plume and smoke as the
mighty seraph falls
is the defiant cry
“Rebel!  Renege!  Renounce!”

O! and such a tempest
when the Host wails:
Kyrie!  Kyrie Eleison!
our ranks defiled – and
who now to fill the Void?

While down below a child
free now of the womb
coddled in soft down
opens her blue eyes
to see angelic remains

Artwork Copyright 2008 J. Sarmento, used with permission