a red beginning on the crown of his head;
king of nothing,
prince of everything -
yet
there's room to grow.
under a black horizon,
the shades of red hidden in bleak
discreteness
are delicious and
demonic.
demon king, demon king
he spreads his wing under the eclipsed sun:
a shadow of a former self.
no longer does he wait for the world
for a seat at the table.
he has learned that hell can be raised
when heaven won't come down.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:01 AM UTC
a red beginning on the crown of his head;
king of nothing,
prince of everything -
yet
there's room to grow.
under a black horizon,
the shades of red hidden in bleak
discreteness
are delicious and
demonic.
demon king, demon king
he spreads his wing under the eclipsed sun:
a shadow of a former self.
no longer does he wait for the world
for a seat at the table.
he has learned that hell can be raised
when heaven won't come down.
