Awaiting the august presence, in a midnight oil of archetypical nomenclature
The whimsical control of the planar gates recedes into randomness
The Beholder’s eye winks while beckoning
She reads the sign…”Welcome to Hell”
As a warning
As a wish
The light-bearer circles the clouds in stately orbit, the fallen vista of Venus
The Seraph questions the once- archangel, clearly scornful
“Why fall so far beneath the eyes of heaven for my free-will?”
She laments to Lucifer’s manifestation
As a pathetic attempt at semblance
As a poetic cry for reason
Succumbing to a course with no direction, she regains composure
A scheme worthy of the demonic pantheon , diabolical in its nature
The four crown princes gesture in unison
She evolves into something more…
As a demon
As a dream
Lilith relaxes upon her throne, regarding the one who threatens its occupancy
The Libyan queen of insalubrious carnality, poses in all her grandeur
While the shuffling servants breathlessly await a proclamation
She instead recalls Adam and her folly, “She may live”
As a gesture
As a gift
Innocence lost, she wishes to reunite with the soul who revealed decadence
To renew the lingering kiss which still graces her lips
Praying for deliverance from a being with no heart
She tastes the salt upon her cheek
As a tear falls
As a tribulation begins
Gathering unto a bestial horde, Abbadon begins his ascent
For heaven’s gates remain unguarded, unlocked
The assault in earnest, the angels enter the fray
She is unaware of consequences
As a search starts
As a secret reveals
“He was not real!” she cries, above the tumult, the warfare unheeded
“Nothing is real!” she weeps, ignoring chaos’s manifestation
A breaking cross and shattered pentagram, no force withstood her wrath
She smites all who stand before her
As a vicarious entity
As a vengeful demon
The expanse is windswept, devoid of life, as the charred ruins of ethereal spirits lie
Beneath the canopy of clouds, she awaits judgment
Accusingly she faces her prosecutor
She accepts the verdict , to walk the earth
As a mortal
As a miracle
Awakened eyes reveal the presence, embodied in a satin shroud
Sleeping blissfully ignorant of the happenstance of gods
The nightly reverie interrupted as
She caressingly pulls back the folds of cloth
“You do exist”…
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