The Death of Our Maker
Crime scene investigators were searching in every corner
Looking for that last piece of evidence to convict
All that was found in the dark room with no furniture
Was a lightless halo, few feathers, and blood as though pricked
“Situation not too good” said the chief investigator
I cannot explain where this all came from as we need
Whose blood is this on the cold linoleum floor?
If it is the blood of the holy one why does he bleed?
The bounty hunter now with a new assignment
To find the one who killed the creator
Situation has arisen from the west he felt through his senses
That the killer is still lurking better know as the new maker
The lonely hunter trailing the wanted again feels this curse
From the south it came as though trailed on a hearse
Except this time the hunter was being hunted from the abyss
As a horn rose up high as fire erupted slitting his wrist
The new creator stood above the hunters decaying body
Life now ejected from his eyes blackened out with light
Before the hunter could lock eyes on the murderer so holy
A voice struck from the darkened room where he lay lonely
The voice was that of himself as he saw a reflection in the mirror
“Who is the killer of the creator and soon to be me” he stated
As the mirror opened up revealing the new maker he startled
Their eyes met and he saw the lightless halo, few feathers and his blood
His blood dripping from the hands of the wingless angel of the dark
The hunters’ eyes closed ever so slowly in pure disbelief of what he saw
The murderer of the creator of life was his right hand man who beckoned as his
call
The murderer sought revenge on his creator…..the murderer was Lucifer
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006
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