I imagine Satan

Worshipped harder than the rest

As light bearing Lucifer;

That his faith outshone

The entire host of heaven

Such was the furious fervor

Of the bright morning star

But extremes unbalance;

Tilting us off our axis

Until the inevitable fall

And what a fiery fall

As a meteor to the earth;

So if he cannot worship

He would be worshipped

And then he bent his heart

Against the one he loved

Toward himself instead

Deciding it was better

To lead than to be led.