Lucifer's love

Sitting in a pool of her own blood waiting for a reason to fly away,
her heart lost somewhere in between understanding and fate.
No blood left to bleed, no hope left to know,
heart crushed by the way of her world.
Her wings cover her wounded soul,
the eyes of yesterday blinded by tomorrow.
Down in the flames under control of choices unclear,
dead in the eyes of some, alive to her love.
She cried out for a moment so pure to set in,
past all disbelief she opens her heart.
All she ever thought she wanted became all she needs,
his touch when she wakes up feeling alone inside.
I see the as one in two different worlds so far from this love,
her ways becoming his desire for a truth yet to be seen.
It looks as though the light in his heart breaks for her shadows,
trying to figure out how to become Darklight in dark love.
The look she has is one of a death so beautiful,
calling out the images portrayed in my mind.
He looks of an angel getting ready to fall,
ready to love his mate, ready to burn with her.
Her blood pours out and he has yet to be seen,
cast down beyond her, ripped from their dreams.
Her heart looks down as her life finally comes to an end,
without love she was empty, too empty to stay alive.
With her last breath she stands and glances my way,
cold tears roll down her cheek, blood rushes out of her body.
As she falls to the ground with no life left inside,
I saw a different side of Lucifer, nothing like the lies I have heard before.




Johnny Newell