Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 38

Day 38 Pugnaciousness set aside, Phantasmal was the anticipation, Possessing each moment Some shutter fell over him He knew, at least, that he had me He knew that I cared enough Ours together, in his hands and mine, I gave him the means to perceive He could see the four horses of ruin fade from view, Like a dream he knew would return A plan preempted And his eyes—I watched his eyes change— I saw the piercing light in them, His willing gaze at the sun of my hopes And yet, I could see her too And how she roared and thrashed She crawled in there, despairing, Envying, gurgling, shrieking It was I who led him here, And I could see he had shared The same feelings It was momentary, But he felt it— The warm ray of raw redemption, The sun of my hopes The demons, Hades, Death, Gaped at such a scene, Watching our still silhouettes We stood there before our creation—our musical visions And now he knew he must behold my harmony The demons, Hades, unalterable Shook at such a sight, watching our frames Enter the maelstrom as it tore open for us A performance underway Death, constant, remained grievously jubilant Sprays of water inundated our faces The droplets falling from our starved jaws Reminded me that what I was showing him now Was approved by the Almighty God And in my mind, I envisioned her, She appeared as easily as the Devil’s conjurations She appeared The way I had seen her first in the Prison of Plot— In disguise, crumpled, desperate Her weak, beaten body, a single demon, Strangely sympathetic to the eye, She managed to spring up Awkward, feeble in the dirt, Humbly and admirably This bizarre vision of Lady Darkness’s façade, In it, something sweet—the mask of the lie In his eyes the black embers of her awe and anger Burned, with shrieks like of young, frightened hares, Strong plant stalks snapping, Blooming deaths with last-moment expression reanimating She saw his strength as weakness— She loved nothing more but to see her fallen angel weep Away and ever endless from the light She meant to devour them wholly again To drag them—and him—to the rhapsody of ultimate end Ultimate Darkness A strange, incomprehensible void of nonexistence The Devil looked on to this demon in disgust Enraged and paining his heart And then, he stopped, watching fervently, As a little girl appeared from out of the precipitating fog A child again Beholding this fuming, gray demon As it grew into the tall frame of who she truly was— She could return to the surface hand in hand, With her Without him He scoffed bitterly, Ready to accuse this being of her foolishness, But words failed him as the little girl began to sing: