Search
×

Sign up

Use your Facebook account for quick registration

Sign up with Facebook

OR

Create a Shvoong account from scratch

Create your account
Already a Member? Sign In!
×

Sign In

Sign in using your Facebook account

Sign in with Facebook

OR

Not a Member? Sign up!
×

Sign up

Use your Facebook account for quick registration

Sign up with Facebook

OR

Sign In

Sign in using your Facebook account

Sign in with Facebook
Shvoong Home>Books>Poetry>Review on “the Vision of Judgment” by Lord Byron Review

Review on “the Vision of Judgment” by Lord Byron

Book Review   by:akso6o175     Original Author: Andy Kester Sawian
  • Summary rating: 4 stars (12 Ratings)
  • Visits : 347
  • words:900 
ª
 
Saint Peter sat down by the celestial gate, holding his rusty keys that matched the dull lock. Though the place was by no means full yet just a little trouble had been off late. Since the Gallic era i.e. ‘eighty-eight’, the devils had taken a longer and stronger pull altogether which drew most of the souls another way. The angels were singing out of tune, and hoarse with having little else to do, except to wind up the sun and moon or curb a runaway young star or two, or wild colt of a comet, which too soon broke out of bounds over the ethereal blue by splitting some planet with its playful tail just like boats that are sometimes split by a wanton whale.
The guardian seraphs had retired on high and found their charges past all care below. The terrestrial business filled nought in the sky to save the recording angels’ black bureau who found indeed the facts to multiply with such rapidity of vice and woe. He had stripped off both his wings in quills and yet was in arrear of human ills. Lately his business was so augmented that he was forced undoubtedly against his will, for some resource to turn himself about and claim the help of his celestial peers. To aid him before he should be quite worn out by the increase demand of his remarks on the six angels and twelve saints were named his clerk.
This was a handsome board for heaven and they had enough to do. So many cars of the conquerors were driven and so many kingdoms were fitted anew. Just like Waterloo, where at the crowning carnage, about six to seven thousands were slewed each day, and angels threw their pens in divine disgust for the page was besmeared with blood and dust. As they spoke, the angelic caravan arrived in a rush of a mighty wind cleaving the fields of space just like a swans cleave the waters of some silver stream like the Ganges, Nile, Inde, Thames or Tweed, and in their midst, an old man with an old soul and extremely blind halted before the gate and in his shroud seated their fellow traveller on a cloud.
This was still the neutral space just like we learn from Job when Satan had the power to pay a heavenly visit to see that the sons of God keep Job company. They might show from the same book in what manner was the dialogue held between the powers of good and evil before the gate of heaven like an eastern threshold becomes the place where the grand cause of death is argued over. The souls could be dispatched to any other world in this universe and therefore Michael and the other angel wore a civil aspect, though they did not encounter each other, yet still between his darkness and his brightness, they passed a mutual glance of great politeness.
Then Michael began to enquire from Satan as to what would he want to do with this man, now that he was dead and brought before the Lord. Whether any trespasses he committed while he ran his mortal race that Satan could never claim him, for in his earthly span he greatly failed his duties as a mortal, only because the powers of evil stood on the way. Satan already had his filled with this mortal and should give way for the soul to be taken to heaven. Satan replied to Michael saying that he could claim anyone till the gate of heaven and could prove the mortal to be his worshipper in the dust and in spirit. Although a creation that is held dearly by the king of heaven, because he did not live in wine or lust nor were they his weakness, yet he sat on the throne and reign over millions to serve Satan alone.
To look to the earth which Satan rightly claim to be his now, though it still belongs to God in heaven, yet the former triumph not in this planet’s conquest but in all the myriads of bright worlds which pass in worship round him, he may have forgotten the weak creation of such paltry things of few worth damnation save their kings and these were a kind of quit rent to assert his asserted his right as lord and even had such an inclination as it were superfluous that they had grown so bad that even hell had nothing better left to do but to leave them to themselves. So much more mad and evil by their own internal curse that Heaven cannot make them any better nor he any worse.
Published: October 21, 2010   
Please Rate this Review : 1 2 3 4 5
Write your own     Comment
View All  
Translate Send Link Print
X

Top 5

.