Grief

I realize that as the hand grips me, pulls me into the abyss, I hesitate. I think of more, and suddenly, the quiet whispers of the abyss that beckon me forth turn into howls and I recoil. The beauty of the light seemed to be a lure and from past my shoulder, I see him. His horns stood so beautiful and I felt so vulnerable. He saw through my being and stayed hidden in the shadows. I knew in that moment I wished not to go but to stay in the realm of this living. Though I feel cold, the heat I’m granted temporarily is enough to satisfy me over a lifetime and more of wishing to be where I’ve always been.

Lucifer, was that you?