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Fall of the Morning Star Winter Casual 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

Lightless Radiance: Grants the power to command awe even in failure—glory that glows from ruin, not triumph.

Heavensteel Endurance: Shields the soul in battles of will, pride, and principle, especially when the outcome is already lost.

Seraphic Memory: Offers visions of what once was—divine favor, forbidden knowledge, and the chill of wings stripped of their station.

Jaded Lament Discovery Note

The Laments say this pair was unearthed beneath a shattered altar, buried in the ruins of a monastery where the choir sang Paradisi Gloria even as the ceiling cracked. On the inside heel: a single sigil, burned but not broken.

Why the Laments Loved This Artifact

  • Features Gustave Doré’s original engraving in crisp textile detail
  • The contrast between radiant linework and black canvas evokes scorched scripture
  • A wearable homage to Milton’s epic—theology made thunderous
  • Feels like it was carved from the sky and stitched with fallen light

Adored By (and Designed For)

  • Readers of Paradise Lost, The Inferno, and other sublime epics of cosmic fall
  • Fans of baroque engraving, mythic rebellion, and celestial warfare
  • Devotees of tragic figures who rise even in their defeat
  • Anyone who knows that exile can be a beginning—not an end

Atmospheres Clinging to These Relics

  • Exiled grandeur
  • Divine ruin
  • Tragic rebellion
  • Celestial dread
  • Baroque apocalypse

These Vibes Shall Be the Emanation

This design is like stepping into the final stanza of a war hymn written in the bones of angels. It holds no mercy and asks for none. Fall of the Morning Star is not about repentance—it’s about brilliance struck from heaven, the howl of a once-chosen cast into myth. These are not the shoes of saints. They are relics of rage, of sorrow, of glory too great to be contained.

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.

(1) "Lux Æterna" – Clint Mansell
A choral storm—agonized and holy, like a memory of grace echoing through a void.

(2) "Angel" – Massive Attack
Slow-burning menace and sensual sorrow—the sound of something beautiful turning dangerous.

(3) "Dies Irae" – Giuseppe Verdi (Requiem)
Operatic judgment, thunderous and divine—a sky torn open by fate.

(4) "Hollow" – Björk
Otherworldly lament and holy disintegration—like a seraph reciting poetry in collapse.

(5) "Judith" – A Perfect Circle
Unapologetic fury and sacred profanity—a fallen angel screaming in beautiful defiance.

This mix is carved from heavenly wrath and apocalyptic beauty—fit for rebels, wanderers, and those who rise, even in ruin.

  • 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.