THE MAKING OF DARKNESS

Lucifer:

What did I ever do to you,

That you cast me out of heaven? 

Angels:

Be quiet now and go to sleep

And pray that in this world up high

There will be mercy for the merciless

Lucifer:

Father, if you hear me, please

Tell me why the doors to your kingdom are closed

And why I'm forced to dwell in this eternal darkness

Angels:

Be quiet now and go to sleep

And hope that your dreams will not be merged

With the demons of the twilight that haunt your days

Lucifer:

Angels, go away;

Father, why do you not speak?

Do you not hear my suffering? Do you not see?

Angels:

Go away we will gladly.

You are not worthy of this realm, you are a stormy day in autumn

And the anger you carry with you proliferates and grows just like a cancer

Do you really think your father would think to answer

Words spoken with such a fury, such a temperament, such rage?

Lucifer:

Do not abandon me, God, I beg of you. I cannot bear this darkness, or this absence of the spoken word, or the wandering of the lost souls. I cannot bear the thoughts that quarrel in my mind, or the guilt; my skin feels inflamed with hatred, my hairs are electrified by fear, the doubt eats away from my heart. This is not living. How can you watch my suffering and not find mercy in your soul? 

Silence.

Lucifer:

Do not abandon me. I am just a woman now, I have fallen down; now I need you the most, God. If I have abandoned your ways it was not by choice, but by temptation. Please give me strength, father, as I call you in this darkest hour.

Silence.

Lucifer:

Oh, well, I gave you a chance, didn't I? I'll just have to make my own way again. Again. Goodbye, father.