That wise man sang, the word-ready warrior,

and he retold this legend: “He who elevates himself
in this perilous moment through his overmastering pride,

heaving up his lofty spirit, he must be humbled
after his passing journey, crushed down low,

dwelling fixed in torments, encompassed with serpents.
That happened many years ago in God’s realm

that overweening mounted high among the angels,
the struggle of the far-famed. They heaved up a crime,

a severe expedition, polluting the heavens,
despising their betters, those that thought too deceitfully

to rob the power of the regal throne from the Majestic King,
as was not right, and then set themselves over

that delightful land of glory, upon their own judgment.
That fate the Father of First-Creation resisted them in war—

that struggle became too grim for them. - from "Vainglory", author unknown

Link: https://oldenglishpoetry.camden.rutgers.edu/vainglory/