"Satan Speaks" by C. S. Lewis

I am Nature, the Mighty Mother,  
I am the law: ye have none other.  

I am the flower and the dewdrop fresh,  
I am the lust in your itching flesh.  

I am the battle’s filth and strain,  
I am the widow’s empty pain.  

I am the sea to smother your breath,  
I am the bomb, the falling death.  

I am the fact and the crushing reason  
To thwart your fantasy’s new-born treason.  

I am the spider making her net,  
I am the beast with jaws blood-wet.  

I am a wolf that follows the sun  
And I will catch him ere day be done.