Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 23

I conversed with the lone demon, Who had asked for redemption on an earlier day On this day her voice was mightier, More brave, and powerful She dared not sing in the presence of the Dark Prince, But spoke freely to me, Inquiring on Christ and His sheep She too, spoke to me with the Prince nearby Unafraid of the consequences that may follow her orations “Perhaps in your silent despair, Your thoughtful pauses, You mean to relax his heart So more precious you have become in his eyes… Though long your song has lulled him, E’en before your change, dear soul, E’en before your birth…” I looked at her strangely, seeing some new glimmer in her eye “Who are you, demon?” She chuckled, tickled by my wary curiosity Softly, he growled “Do you not wish to know who he is? We are mere demons—flesh to the soul Intestinal tubes to a putrid heart He beats for you riotously, we marvel He commands, we coo See now, he grimaces, finding me unworthy to speak to you See now he glowers, growling in low undertones Waiting in impatient tempos We are the rests, He is the noise, the music, the big bang The awe-inspiring, awful, Devil, And I, I am a demon, as you know well Just a demon in the dark. . . A follower A creepy crawler, A nothing. . .” “Then speak NO MORE, confident clown! Deceived fool!!!! Forbidding distraction!” Roared the Prince, Swooping in-between us with swift wrath The demon stood her ground, taller than I remembered Her more slender wings healed, though haggard He expanded his great wings, blocking her fully As his voice grew soft and light, Sardonic and cynical His decided mind mad with respect for me He turned toward me “Unless, oh inimitable spirit, Graceful woman of light, You deem her worthy, Unless you, my newfound pleasure, Desire her here in our regal company?” He stared at me probingly, Waiting darkly and angrily for an impressionable answer Anciently possessive, though craftily considerate But there was something original in his coal black eyes, Something new, almost fragile, And though his body blocked the vision of the she demon, Her presence permeated a grotesque grin, Lighting up the shades of his wings I breathed in his receptive scent, Marveling at the changes in him How fast he seemed to fall for me How different he was becoming, Despite how devious his motives may be I sang, “You are, The Devil I have thought of, When in heavenly spaces, I sorrowed yet still! You are, The splendor that needs this light, Who has rejected it more than I can fight, But who has embraced it when you deemed it right! You are, A decision I will make, I will not leave you alone, I cannot acknowledge her as my own, She is of your whelm, An audacious demon, enigmatic and gray, But, it is you, oh Prince whom rains upon my day You are the reason I am here, The reason that I sing A reason that is clearer everyday And you are the reason I shall leave, With or without you, I will grieve. . . You are the Great Fallen Angel, And I have fallen, in more ways than one, Let her be my witness When I return to the Son!”