It's time to conclude the Archangel Trilogy.
With the part 3 conclusion split into four parts.
I would like to put it up as one,
But it sadly times out on me.
So this conclusion will be in parts,
And not written in rhyme.
Apart from its ending,
Which needs to standalone.
I'm editing it and here's first part,
And to conclude before the new year starts.
And by the way,
It will be bloody.
In the Catholic Church there are seven Archangels.
Michael.
Gabriel.
Raphael.
Uriel.
Jehudiel.
Sealtiel.
Barachiel.
There were eight.
Lucifer.
But he has fallen.
And is no longer seen as an Archangel of Heaven.
Simply a fallen Archangel who holds domain of Hell.
So it always seen as seven.
Seven Archangels in Heaven.
But many people don't know.
There is another Archangel in Heaven.
Making the numbers back up to eight.
He is God's deadliest weapon.
Who fought in the War In Heaven.
Kept in Heaven's arsenal for Armageddon.
Armageddon here on earth.
The End Of Days.
At Megiddo.
Tel Megiddo.
Lucifer's war on earth.
The final battle.
Heaven's Archangels and Angels against Lucifer and his vast legions.
This mysterious Archangel was once on earth.
He decimated whole armies in pre-Babylonian times.
Then hidden from humankind.
For now.
He has the strength and Archangel powers,
Of Michael and Gabriel combined.
Even Lucifer fears him.
Knows what he can do.
To him.
This mysterious Archangel has a name.
He is called,
Azeal.
He is NOT Azreal.
That Archangel of Death is to be found in,
Islamic and Jewish traditions.
Azeal is worse.
Much worse.
Most people don't know of him,
Including many Catholics.
But its knowing where to look
And what books to read,
To find small references about him.
So I'm just enlightening any latecomers.
Archangels are fierce.
They're absolute.
They are Heaven's most terrifying weapon.
And Azeal is the most terrifying.
Made for one purpose.
One simple purpose.
To once and for all,
Destroy Lucifer...
Tel Megiddo.
Is the site of the ancient city of Megiddo.
Whose remains form a tell.
An archaeological mound.
Situated in northern Israel near Kibbutz Megiddo,
About 30 kilometres south-east of Haifa.
It has a Greek name,
Armageddon.
A site of three previous battles over the centuries.
And today will see it's fourth and final battle.
Megiddo is vast.
Megiddo many years ago was arid and lifeless.
Nothing could grow there.
A desert landscape devoid of life.
Over time humankind cultivated a small part of Megiddo.
But now it's arid and devoid of life once more.
And all humans who lived there, killed or scared off,
Thanks to Lucifer.
Who has for been preparing his chosen battleground,
For this day.
His day.
His End of Days.
His endless revenge against God.
This final battle.
The Battle Of Megiddo...
Two figures slowly walk towards each other,
In a blistering cruel heat.
They continue their walk.
Behind each of them in the far distance are two immense armies.
Two armies waiting.
Millions on each side.
One of good.
Heaven's Archangels and Angels.
The other of evil.
Hell's Fallen Angels and Demons.
Waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting.
The two figures now stop in no mans land and face each other.
Lucifer is the first to speak.
Jesus, you and your Father will not win here today.
Tell Him what little time He has left,
To relinquish His Throne and worship me.
And I'll spare Him and everyone here, including you.
No tricks!
I promise you that.
Those are my simple small demands.
Otherwise, little Lamb of God you will be slaughtered.
Jesus looks at Lucifer with sadness in his eyes,
Then softly speaks.
Lucifer, all your promises are worthless and hollow.
Are you so blind that you cannot see,
You will die here today at Megiddo,
In this lifeless desert.
For all your evil and cunning will never triumph,
Over my Father's good.
Please Lucifer, are you so filled with hate it blinds you.
So blind to your fate.
Look at you Lucifer.
Look at what you've become.
Where there was hope there is fear.
Where there was love now hate.
Where there was truth now lies.
Where there was good now evil.
Where there was virtue now sin.
And where there was once beauty in you Lucifer, now deformity.
Look at how far you have fallen.
Lucifer interrupts and spits,
Hurry back to Heaven little lamb and tell Him I'm coming,
Tell Him He will die after you, He will be last.
But not before, I and my army destroy all He has created,
His precious humans, your worthless flock,
After my victory here.
Those monkeys He gifted with souls.
Monkeys!
For I will wait for all the stars to burn out,
Before I seek forgiveness from Him,
For allowing that!
An arrow made of black diamond is then shot,
From the ranks of Lucifer's army of black deep hate.
Jesus sees it coming toward his heart and does nothing.
He doesn't flinch.
Lucifer like blur catches the arrow in mid-flight,
With inches to spare before Jesus's heart.
Simply snatches it out of the air.
He looks at it, admires it, then pulverises it to dust.
He looks towards his army then speaks,
Tell that gifted archer I'm impressed by his aim.
Then remove his eyes and destroy him!
For you,
Sweet little Jesus,
Your life is mine to steal.
And your precious Father's.
Now run along little lamb, with your tail between your legs.
And tell Him this,
I will KILL everyone here on earth after today!
Then all who hide in Heaven!
Archangel Azeal's eyes see everything.
Ever watchful.
Ever vigilant.
He never blinks,
Nothing escapes him.
The master battlefield tactician.
His angelic powers also probing Lucifer's,
Vast armies and their hidden defences.
Looking for weaknesses, however small,
To exploit.
He see's the concealed deadly ground traps.
Sees the sharp thin diamond wire strewn no fly zones.
Relaying all information back to his angelic brothers.
By his thoughts alone.
Already he's marked out and targeted four of Lucifer's generals.
Bieuriel.
Hominmaieu.
Oriyas.
And Rakdiel.
He knows their capabilities,
Their strengths and above all, their weaknesses.
Knows if they're right or lefthanded.
Knows of their sword feints and their stance balance.
Seeing if any carry a concealed Keeper blade.
All their little tricks.
All veterans of The War In Heaven.
And all their little tricks won't help them.
They will be first to die,
By his black diamond spear,
Or by his bare hands alone.
Nothing will stop him reaching his objective,
Lucifer.
And to rip his heart out...
Continued in Part 2.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow what an epic poem Shaun! As a Catholic I've heard about some of these archangels, but certainly not all of them. You display such a powerful, visionary imagination here Shaun. It's definitely a fundamentally fabulous, simply enthralling five from me!