Lucifer's Lament
Where innocence is left to rot on the vine
you hid amongst the thorns
to pluck the flush of budding youth,
before the break of morn
from polished throne descend on me
blackened, scathed, scorned, and loathing
though offering to make amends
with caresses and cajoling
"Ride with me under moonlight pale"
urged Lucifer's lament
"theres still time for me to be your everything
before that time is spent"
Deceit rolls off your cracked tongue, lolling
through teeth in wolfish grin,
you who were born the brightest star,
though tainted now in sin
The strangulation of identity
bore the bitter fruit of lies,
withered, under your golden crown
exhaulted king of flies
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