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