One.

One of my good friends has an OC or alter ego who is a demon. She asked me to write a sonnet, along the lines of a subversive prayer in her name. Here is what I came up with, despite sonnets not being my usual format.

– I –

If night’s black sleep were filled with threatened dread,
As of huddling men behind groaning curtain walls:
With fear we’d watch Sol’s crowned golden head,
And cower shrinking close as darkness falls.

For perverse shadows linger all the while,
Driven back in vain hope while light prevails:
Yet here comes One of magic, sex and guile,
To quell brightness’ glow, causing hope to fail.

Yet one whose Name is hush’d in whispered tones,
Who served the gods of light, and love, and law:
Carves the Name of that fiend on every upturned stone,
Casting down every creed that She cleaved to before.

Build temples up and praise Her fire-born Name,
The gods are dead, and lost – only She remains.