In heaven's choir, he sang so pure, A symphony, celestial lure. Lucifer, the angel bright, Master of the stars and night. His voice, a song of endless grace, Lit the void, a sacred space. Strings of silver, notes of gold, Stories of the ancients told. Harmonies of light and love, Emanated from above. In realms where time and space entwine, He wove the world's most perfect line. His wings, a canvas,