Behold the Morning Star.
Your prompt is LUCIFER.
Our eyes lock, his black
My blood going up in smoke
Time smells like incense
What did you ask him for?
Behold the Morning Star.
Your prompt is LUCIFER.
Our eyes lock, his black
My blood going up in smoke
Time smells like incense
What did you ask him for?
Light bringer, most loved
Now banished to ever be
Corrupter of souls
Once His most favored
Black feathers stripp’d from on high
Bare feet, scarlet prints