Prophet of Shadows
In the heart of the darkness I await
For here there exists an eternal promise
For those who accept their fate
And know the light they'll never miss
Demons call me the harbinger of horror
Angels call me the herald of heresy
Yet I indulge in my own alluring grandeur
For I feel I am the prophet of shadows
When I rejected the call of the light
I was but a wee lad barely able to stand
Yet I knew my place when I looked upon the sun
And found myself quickly blinded
At night I would slink into my bedroom
And lose myself in the coating of darkness
For here I was little more than a specter
Given refuge from the world of light
For when the morning sun would rise
The living room would be a battleground
Littered with broken bottles and vomit
As my parents lay in a puddle of blood
It was then that Lucifer appeared before me
With eyes not unkind he held out a hand
Within which he held a delightful balm
The cloak of darkness for me to wear
Thus in the heart of the darkness I await
For here there exists an eternal promise
For those who accept their fate
And know the light they'll never miss
Demons call me the harbinger of horror
Angels call me the herald of heresy
But if you take my hand and slip into the depths
You will find in me an eternal friend
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2016
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