Character's Diary entry

[antonio449]

June-
In the beginning, before the waters were separated, the Lord God called to His angels so that they might render Him due worship. In this He revealed them the depths of His understanding and love. Being the Creator it was fitting that the Angelic Host also adore His creation. For God, Who is Love, wished before all time to share His Divine Life with His creatures. So He revealed them the Kingship of Christ in which He would join Himself in the fullness of time with our human nature. Yet a quarrel arose among the Angelic Host that a non-angelic creature was too lowly to deserve adoration. This stemmed from the prideful will of Lucifer and His Host who now devolved into a Demonic Hoard.

For the corruption of the Will is the entrance whereby sin first grappled its way into the world, and death along with it. So it is not the merely the corporeal but the spiritual which was the occasion of the aboriginal rebellion that then took root in the heart of man and spread to his members.

As Our Lord has two natures, the human and the divine, He is the ladder that spans the cosmic hierarchy from the most exalted Seraph to the lowliest bacterium. And yet He is also the heart of the world, the love by which the sun and the stars move in their orbits. We as images simply reflect His glory in our physiognomy. For we are the hybrids of the universe bridging the seen and the unseen.


Thereby, the hatred of Christ began with the envy of the Devil who would not countenance that mere dust be placed above the Angels. And to this day the lord of this world rails against Him and His Bride.

[job]

OK, here's my version of Twain's Letters from the Earth (which is what I think you mean by the "character's diary" - a variation on the progymnasmata exercise - "speech in character" - on which a good deal, if not all, modern poetry is based (i.e. Pound, Eliot, Stevens, etc.)).

At any rate, (although the paganation needs to be worked) thus:

Lilith Itemized*

(1) Death’s head with lilies jutting through the bone of something large,
(Expression as harsh and cold as a winter rain unrelenting),
(2.) Lilies proffered in what appears to be a female pelvic socket,
(3) A rabbit- or other rodentia-skeleton,
(4) Pearl-inlaid gold locket rust-smutted shut,
(5) Chain of something around jawbone of something else (curling like stamens),
(6. A rose petal in a red urn blown crimson (seeming to resist
Beauty’s ransom) in an intaglio arch-design held captive there,
(7) And lastly, rusted petals of an iron rose worked into stone of tomb.

Thus, doest King Adam enter into possession of his first wife and queen
By the lists heretofore enunciated for the exclusive use of his royal memory
At such time that creation might falter in a moment and return to nothing.
*DRAFTED AND APPROVED BY ORDER OF THE KING ON THE SEVENTH DAY OF THE WORLD
Signed,
First servant of God and man
Archang. Lucifer
Prime Minister of Light for Heaven and Earth

(8) Addenda (notarized as above):
(i)
Thunder reckons the costs
(Count -- one, two, three , four, five, six, seven)
Of such captives of the tomb.

By its onerous sonorous sweep
Of sky are these things exhumed
Thus interred in the king’s lists.

Some storm in the sovereign brain
Has entered as the kingdom’s wish,
Come lightning, come thunder . . .

(ii)
So, my Lord, you might take to your dead lady
Her lovely things at last.
She could not have them at death.

So you might study star by augur,
Flowers by color, yet lips
And eyes, ankles, wrists, hair and all,

You can consider them as jewelry
Of a piece. For thunder has sought
To still the dead at last, my liege.

(iii)
And there must be bones
And inspection of the garden rose,
The last that will grow this season.

Saturnine lightning aside,
Her laughter was something beautiful to the king,
Though now indistinguishable

From matted hair, bones and dust
Exhumations such as these
Always manage to kick up.

(iv)
My Lord and liege, your dead lady –
She shall live in the lists forever.
The thunder is going and the lightning is gone.

You will never love so beautifully
As you did her.
The thunder is going.

Nor love anyone
With such a beautiful anatomy.
The lightning is gone.