Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 27

Of Him and not me? Muttered the dragon, full-formed, wretched, Stench unfathomable, seething and snarling His great lungs expanding and exhaling puffs of darkness Slanted, shining, scorching eyes burning into my own What light shines but His own? Have you no original tinge? Are you made of God, Or are you made beyond, with insurgence wild, Have I not seen in your eyes unusual heat, Free-will granted and invoked into corruption, Will you crawl, wingless, like a freed, clipped bird Impaired by the fiend in the Prison of Plot? The smoke from his mouth puffed into my face, Filling me with a trace of delirium, And for a moment, I saw gentleness in his pupil For out in the fissure of dark void, The tall deity materialized between the feet of the Devil’s dragon form, Her billowing attire fading downwards into gray fogs, Eyes keen, fixed on me, and wretched, Smile kinked with a false innocence “Who but you could make the great dragon feel vulnerable, With the mere gaze of those perceptive eyes you possess? But like a fire once ablaze, The embers and coals tame, And she rises into the night, Darkness—married to the light, As he can only worship, Abuse and resent me, You do marvel and quiver before me! You dare call me a friend… As I reached to you, A weakling, begging for redemption, Would you so soon bring me up? Would you so soon leave this sad dragon, With nothing, not even a shadow to hide in?” She laughed, high-pitched, the pulse of her shadows Ringing the well in a spiral of downward vertigo Confusion entered my soul as I stayed fixed upon his eyes, Hot and angered was he, Waiting for my song Clawing the earth for control yet again, And yet here she stood, Darkness, With knowing Death upon the balcony strumming the steady bass And demons scampering about like pestilence in chaos “Well then, Spirit of Light, Shall you leave him now for me, So that we may rise together as one? I have loved you longer than the Son to His Father, Before the utterance of your planned birth Before your first mother bit into the worm, And sentenced humanity to disaster! Releasing me to challenge you, It is not the Prince you seek, But I, Now say it! Free your dragon if you must, But declare your love for me first, As you have seen without I, Darkness, You cannot dare know your secret potentials.” She looked upon me with crestfallen desire, Awaiting my reply, And I saw that I had promised her a way to the Kingdom, Before I could even fathom her true identity But I felt no anger toward her, Only affection unexpressed, and strange bewilderment And between her, civil and behaved In the most dangerous form he could manifest, A great dragon, massive and wild, Tail stretching upwards upon the grimy walls of the well I left her in her there in her thoughts, Focused on him To gaze and sing to him as promised, To quiet the sting possessing his compliance Softly, I sang to him, “I shall not leave you to nothing, oh Prince, You belong in the ethers of peace Free-formed, expanded and embraced With air for your splendid fires You must stay strong for the sake of song, And for the remainder’s sake…. Love true, and love long I can never claim to be light itself, For the light loves all and no one better And I love the rightful one truly, The one whose flames give evil’s form! And yet whom still refuses to free himself….”