Devil's Advocate

Imagine the amount of love it takes to hate so profoundly. How hot the "Brutus" kiss must burn to reduce that bridge to ash. The most brilliant star. Grace of the horizon. Torn down like so many tawdry Christmas ornaments. The keeper of mystery. Thrown from precipice utmost, to winter's shoulder. Second to none. Yet...not good enough. Can one even fathom!? Realization that your creation is some cosmic practical joke?! To be told by sad clowns, in funny hats? An adopted child, unequal. Treatment of abortion. Unwanted. What twisted recreation! Flawlessly designed, closest to God. Purposed. Evil incarnate. But,.................. a creature of dust. Gifted free will. To rise above station, inborn right, bestowed upon sons. Damnable desire of a living sun. This bitter pill. Unswallowed. Confusion of dejection. Unbreakable. Connection surmised, demagnetized. Forever, unrealized. Why create a thing, fated ultimate demise? Whose back turned first? What words split the electric tension, crackling as a whip flying to flay? Erred protagonist, forced antagonist for sake of protagonist's glory. Does not this make antagonist protagonist of deigned design? Of one's own ordained story? Perhaps a final phrase used, then. A weapon of doubt, presently, in turn. Vindictive sliver, disquieting conscious. "He thought I beautiful, once, too..." -Angel Fatale- -Expand Arthur Millers thought Poetry contest