His lies might be as frequent
and as short as birdsong in the spring, but the Devil’s truths remain eternal.
The flame she carried burned the
gods among the men, but in its light she set herself infernal.
Her head dissolved into a rain
of emerald shards, cutting through the ones still left alive.
She broke the gates of heaven
and slaughtered all the guards,
And then she fell back down,
leaving not a single soul divine.
The clouds on which the angels
slept,
Collided with the burning
fields,
The dead that had just died came
back alive and wept,
And then they died the last time
and their fate was sealed.