Noah. These are they, then,
Who leave the throne of God, to take them wives
From out of the race of Cain; the sons of heaven,
Who seek earth’s daughters for their beauty?
Thou has said it.
Noah. Woe, woe, woe, to such communion!
Has not God made a barrier between earth
And heaven, and limited each, kind to kind?
Samiasa. Was not man made in high Jehovah’s image?
Did God not love what He had made? And what
Do we but imitate and emulate
His love unto created love?
Noah. I am
But man, and was not made to judge mankind,
Far less the sons of God; but as our God
Has deign’d to commune with me, and reveal
His judgments, I reply, that the descent
Of seraphs from their everlasting seat
Unto a perishable and perishing,
Even on the very eve of perishing world,
Cannot be good.
Azaziel. What! though it were to save?
Noah. Not ye in all your glory can redeem
What He who made you hath condemn’d.
Were your immortal mission safety, ‘twould
Be general, not for two, though beautiful
And beautiful they are, but not the less
~from “Heaven and Earth, A Mystery” by Lord Byron, incarnated watcher, “fallen angel”
“I am such a strange mélange of good and evil that it would be difficult to describe me.”
~Lord Byron, incarnated watcher, “fallen angel”