Rebellion

In the very edges of the darkness itself stands alone a throne only fitted for a king.

A throne hot as burning coals, covered in ash.

And there, on the throne, engulfed in the shadows, sits the snake.

I called for you when I needed it most, even if I didn’t know it yet, and you came.

You came and made my cries, screams, made my rage, power,and made my thoughts, a war song.

With your black eyes and your way of making me see the shadows I need to work through, with your firm hand to guide me if I ever get lost in them.

You took me in without question or hesitation and shaped me in forms I’m still discovering.

And in turn I made my magic yours, give you way into my house and my life.

You came to me out of necessity, yet decided to stay for the ride, and I thank you for it.

I thank you in every flame, in every tear and drop of blood.

I thank you cause you were not supposed to be, yet you showed me we write our own path, you showed me that even if something is written in stone, stone can be broken and the fragments used to path a new way.

And I will keep honouring you.

I’ll keep honouring you in every fight, loss, victory, in every wisp of smoke and smoulder, in every scratch and wound.

You taught me even broken wings have use.

I rebel for you, thanks to you.

Lucifer