The Devil speaks:
Now then, Hades, mourn
and I join in unison with you in wailing.
Let us lament as we see
the tree which we planted
Changed into a holy trunk.
Robbers, murderers, tax gatherers, harlots,
Rest beneath it, and make nests
In its branches
in order that they might gather
The fruit of sweetness
from the supposedly sterile wood.
For they cling to the cross as the tree of life.
St. Romanos the Melodist
Locus Communis 