When Satan fell, he only fell
because the Lord Almighty rose a bit too high,
a bit beyond himself.
So Satan only fell to keep a balance.
"Are you so lofty, O my God?
Are you so pure and lofty, up aloft?
Then I will fall, and plant the paths to hell
with vines and poppies and fig-trees
so that lost souls may eat grapes
and the moist fig
and put scarlet buds in their hair on the way to hell,
on the way to dark perdition."
And hell and heaven are the scales of the balance of life
which swing against each other.