The Acrostic Paradise Lost by John Milton and Terrance Lindall

Chaos now, his dark pavilion spread before his keep,
Himself enthroned upon the wasteful deep,
And Sable vested Night along besideand Erebus.
Onto his left demogorgon stood amid the eddied tide.
Satan, bold upon his mission, thrust his fears aside:
“Good Chaos, thou and ancient Night, Observe my flight.
Under thy banner herewith I fly from prison’s blight
I seek to where the readiest path dost lead from this
Darksome Desart through which your empire stands.
Ethereal King, hath cast me down of late, and being
So thus I now fly up to heav’ns light from Hell’s gate.
Said Monarch Old, in steadfast judgment still:
“All I can do will I do to serve thy will.
That little which God’s work here left us to defend
And weakened thus the scepter I do bend with
Night. Havoc and spoil my gain, with thee thy flight”
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