The Luceferian

by Antonio Arriaga   Mar 30, 2017

She had blood stained lips, and jet black hair. I found myself caught in her stare. We'd never met, but she whispered "friend". I heard it through the howling wind. Her tone was dark, she spoke of pain. Lightning arched as it began to rain. She closed her eyes and I wondered my part. Her face rose to the rain, I opened my heart.


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