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The age old story of the life and times, of Lucifer, the keeper of the flame. At first I arrived in open embrace, as the man on the outside foretold.
You were once up high, A picture of purity, A beacon of love. You were worshiped as an angel. Sent from heaven to this earth. But these are now dark days. What once was pure was given away cheaply.
“Why did you weep?” He stood in the frame of the black archway, which loomed like one of the extending shadows clustered beneath the thick trees of the wood.
Standing angel, wings of light, how is it your not as bright. Dark in the light. The bleeding sun you rejoice at the sight. What is this in your wings of gold. Strings of black appearing.
He was a death dealer, a soul stealer. A life taker he was the oath breaker. Living in shadows, resting with death. Cursing the living, with every breath.
The streets were full to bursting with people: tourists, locals, businessmen; all going about their daily lives.