lmorningstar

Prosaic piece by L Prosaic piece by L. Morningstar Sometimes, when I am alone, I find myself remembering.         I find myself calling to mind the days when I roamed the streets of the City of Light – the White City, Heaven, the Silver City, Zion. . . call it what you'd like. I call it home. I remember how I was when even the Universe was yet to be created: I was beautiful; I was His first son, and His most beloved. I was the Captain of the Host; I was the leader of all His servants. I was, with the exception of my Creator, the most powerful of all. With this knowledge embedded within myself, I grew arrogant. With arroganc

Midnight Seductress Midnight Seductress The midnight bells echo Within my fraught mind. I Readily close my eyes. The rousing sounds of your Mighty forever wings Fill my poisoned senses. Awaken my desire With your eyes of rogue blue And your cold caresses. Steal my sanity, love, Using your scarlet kiss, your maddening whispers. I'd give my life to you, I would surrender all Just to hold you again. My midnight seductress.        The midnight bells echo. My tortured awaiting has come to its end. I lay upon the rose-laden satin        Within my fraught mind, I Hear the bells' dark hymn, her unholy crie