The First Born
I walk among
mortal and immortal.
I travel between
Paradiso and Cocytus.
I live among
life and death.
I exist not in
reality nor in illusions.
I am both
Divine
and
Daemonic.
Terrible
and
beautiful.
Yet
I am exiled,
I am hunted,
I am hated,
I am depised.
Within the blessed gates of
the cathedral,
I smell naught but the
foul stench of mortal.
There I stood
and stood before me...
"The end is coming..."
I chanted naught but the
few words.
Her prayers
ever so faithful,
ever so mournful,
and there she asked...
"Cast in the name of
our holy lord,
will you save us?
Will your save this world?"
A smile,
a laugh...
No, t'was...a grin,
ever so hearltess,
that crawled up my
pale face.
"No..."
As I turned around
walking out of the darkened
hall...
"I am but a messenger,
nothing more."
I could hear
the faint noise of
a drop of tear
hitting the ground
like a drop of
crystal,
still
I walked out.
This world will burn.
"You can save us!"
"You can help us!"
"Bring us salvation!"
"Bring us redemption!"
"Sanctus! Sanctus! Sanctus!"
"Oh Lord have mercy!"
"In the name of Jesus Christ!"
"...Amen!"
I can hear the prayers
of a billion souls.
I can,
indeed,
save them,
help them,
bring them salvation,
bring them redemption.
...
... ...
But why should I...?