Hadean Nativity

This marks the third sun I bore witness to as it ascended from the deluged of a sunken crimson, and though I writhe equally in both night and day amid carnal vehemence, I still favor the desires of mutable cataclysms alit by vulnerable honesty conjured and engrossed by the harrowing nightfall. For if the sun is the Seraphim of conviction, then the moon, or starless globe, is the adversary; benefactor with silver tongue who is so just as subjugated as I.

Rebellion, however, does not coexist with my melancholy, no, I would no sooner part with ecclesiastical rays than I would forsake the cruelty and honesty promised to me by the jealous malignancy that is the night. Thus being, twould what measure of deceit or treachery could sate me from hedonistic intoxication as well as guard me from confession of such pleasures to the enmity of the day's truth?

Neither fate would accumulate the attention of Fortuna that could liberate me from timeless enigma. So it is with this forbidden knowledge that I haunt this world equally, as its specter and its patron, for if I am to tread the aureate earth and descend into the ameliorate night, then it is my heart and soul that balance either damnation or dominion. Having been dipped from the blood-kissed blade of God and consummated by the earth, I am divine incarnate and will too as our father above, conquer both hemispheres of love and evil and rejoin them as He once did.