Fall of the Morning Star Classic Shoes
Satan Smitten by Michael - From Milton's Paradise Lost

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This is no descent—it’s an annihilation. Fall of the Morning Star captures the catastrophic beauty of a divine rebellion undone, drawn from Gustave Doré’s searing 1866 engraving Satan Smitten by Michael from Paradise Lost. Rendered in relentless linework, this design immortalizes the moment the first lightbearer is struck down—wings flared, armor shattering, defiance still burning beneath the ruin.
Every inch of these high-top sneakers feels like a cathedral collapsed into ash. Doré’s baroque chaos coils across the canvas in stark, celestial monochrome: the curve of a sword, the spiral of a broken halo, the wide, furious stare of the once-most-beautiful. Satan, fallen—but not small. Never small.














Wonders Whispered About These Wares

Powers Bestowed Upon the Possessor

Jaded Lament Discovery Note

Why the Laments Loved This Artifact

Adored By (and Designed For)

Atmospheres Clinging to These Relics

These Vibes Shall Be the Emanation

Hymns to Strengthen Thy Enchanted Relic
Lend Thine Ear, Fortify Thy Powers. Invoke these chants whilst donning thy wares, that the enchantment might seep deeper into thy bones.
The Tedious but Necessary Bits
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Size Sorrows Be Gone
The Laments Shall Stitch Another Pair If Yours Don’t Fit.
• Fits true, like fate.
• Removable insole—should you wish to walk a softer path.
• Crafted from premium materials, blessed and battle-ready.
• Canvas kissed by design, grounded by a rubber sole.
• Colors hold fast like memory—vivid, precise, unforgettable.
• Made-to-order, conjured just for you—no two pairs walk the same world. -
Trade Routes, Tides & Transit
A Note from the Laments Regarding Fulfillment: Each relic is conjured upon request, hand-wrought in our faraway atelier with care befitting the Old Ways. Most emerge within 5–10 days; arrival at your threshold may span 2–3 weeks, depending on tides, tempests, or logistics beyond mortal control.
Some parcels may arrive separately—such is the nature of enchanted logistics.
Should you harbor questions, omens, or mere curiosities, the Laments are always listening. Reach out at will.