Tell me,

Fair Morning Star,

Have you ever regretted your descent?

Looked back longingly upon the times of joys,

Before you urged for your ascent?

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Did it hurt,

Harsh Morning Star,

Attempting to deify yourself?

Was it the strain which brought you falling,

Flaming as you passed through the atmosphere?

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Why,

Lost Morning Star,

Did you even try?

Were you not already first in the sky before the sun,

Nigh the highest jewel in the heavens?

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What was it,

Bright Morning Star,

That caused your jealousy and greed?

Could you not stay content as a helper,

A friend, if one could venture.

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Are you content now

Dark Morning Star?

Now that you have a whole land,

You may be a god among the damned.

Is it not what you strived for?

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Tell me,

Dim Morning Star,

Do you regret your descent?

Have you ever ventured a look back

Upon the heaven which once was home?