Creator

My first creation
My child, as much my off-spring as my only son
Eternally favored among all other angels
Given a kingdom nearly as vast as my own
And yet I regret the ungrateful child
A blithering brat unsatisfied with first place in every race
Greedy for more of everything one could desire
Whose favorite flavor of ice cream was brimstone and fire
Until the day when it all went so terribly wrong
When the red angel rose to attack I played my ace in the hole
Upon opening the trap door into Hell, weeping she unmercifully fell
Crying out loud, "Father forgive me, I promise daddy, I'll be a good girl"
Oh my dear little Lucy, now you will rule the dead
Until the next time when instead I will be sure to make it a boy...