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I was restless all the night,
The demoness softly singing a haunting tune
The Holy Spirit sifted in swirls around me,
And she touched with her claws its essence with strange wonder

I awoke to his songs strong and immense,
Rumbling through the giant well
A low hum at first,
Crescendoing into monstrous ranges, 
Filled with chilling overtones  
Death and all demons silent as stone
Grinning gargoyles, waiting for permission to animate

His wings flapped and expanded,
My long wild hair flying back in the hot, tempestuous blow

“I am the Greatest of the Fallen. . .
And how hard, decidedly I have fallen,
How determined I am for you to see
What you can and must be!
You beloved Being, once human,
Now Spirit, 
Grow wings and let your soul bloom for our liberties alone!” 

I sang with heart heavy and torn,
“The light is your immortal enemy,
The Spirit my ally and friend
The darkness is your dwelling,
And we shine upon it, changing you
You have transformed my songs,
You have risen more than you have fallen
Above and beyond,
I do not question your love
There is something you hide in your booming awakenings,
There is something strange you keep—
That threatens your love-strung goal,
And ruins your heart with malevolence 
If I have the Spirit of the Lord,
What spirit drives you?”

He laughed, nodding, towering over me with confidence,
My question satisfying his need to reveal—

“This is what I live for—“He sung stridently,
Facing me with eyes of monomaniac verdict 
“My spirit came from the question of existence,
How purity became impurity,
How restoration became disease
How law became breakable in defense for freedom
Not one even God would restrict the brazen, immortal heart that loves you
None can resist me without becoming more like me
The Spirit of the Lord is constant, and mine is rampant,
Trusting of originality, rebellion, fatality to all who fall weak
Hate God I must, though I love that I was once His
I love that I am no longer His,
And have made this probable, this possible
I would not have it any other way, my Love,
For in the absence of his spirit comes mutiny, revolution,
And every promising revelation
Without his prison of laws uncouth,
I grow in the Spirit I have made from the beginning
And how strange it is to me, that a Daughter of Eve,
Should come to me,
Asking of my spirit,
When your very mother seeded its purpose and the earth within it? 
How easily she could give in to my masteries
A slithering snake, a silly snake—that was what I was!
And now I am an unstoppable dragon—
Waiting with volcanic doom in my increasing bloom
My Spirit is flauntingly evil,
I hide nothing!
Ask me and I will show you,
Knock and I will receive you
Speak and I will hear you
As a dragon keeps a fire inside
I will keep you,
Keep you!
And exhale you when I need you!”

His chest expanding breath,
I saw the flames inside, hot and bubbling
Legs muscular, heavy-grounded into the muck
Gnarled feet, talon-like and resolute in step
His claws long, dark and curved, fists scrunched
His eyes arrows drawn, ever building pressure, ready to impale me

The light in my hands glowed as I set a shaking hand upon his chest
His breathing steadied, but his statuesque face remained hard and determined 
His black eyes slanted, large, more reptilian and colder than ever before,
My composed features reflecting back at me from his gloss
His soul was cooking in the inglorious belief of his everlasting future
Fury no soon drained by the touch of his hand
But willfulness thriving
He dare not go forward,
As if he anticipated my next move
But when it did not come,
And when I removed my hand from the burn,
His eyes met mine with extraordinary hatred
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