V. Lyutsiferovich
Published in
Jul 10, 2022
It was in the crimson dawn
when the angel shed his wings;
fell like lightening to the ground
bringing death and mournful song.
Flashing light, binding smoke,
love and peace obscured and lost.
Those awake will never sleep
and those who slept never woke.
Were you a bright and morning star
or a black hole that swallows all?
Your greed subsumes what you survey,
and leaves behind the ravaged earth.
You say you’d rather rule in hell?
You think too highly of yourself.
© Darryl Willis, July 2022
