Brian felt as if he had
expired upon that bed. That in fact he
had died. As he fell into a kind of
strange half-sleep he had never known before, he heard a horrifying scream from
without his door: “Satanas sum!” At that very moment the ceiling of the room
split in two. Then in a fit of
unspeakable horror Brian heard from without the door: “You are dead now
Brian! Welcome to hell!” With fury and rage Brian grasped the
doorknob, but his hand went through the wood and he found he could walk through
the door without opening it. “Who are
you?!” Brian shouted. “We are legion. And
I am your host. My reign here is
eternal. My name is Lucifer! I am still
the brightest angel. Behold my wings of
white. They are brighter than your God, Whom you have rightfully forsaken. I
have profited from the many contracts made between us. But I despise the very
sight of you. For you were created in the image of my enemy. Your creation was
an insult to the dignity of angels!”
Brian let out a hopeless scream and flew down the wild corridor where
mad candles flickered red in an ominous hollow, endless row.
From The House On Marble Hill
John Lars Zwerenz (1969- ) is an American journalist,
poet and writer known for his romantic,
impressionistic and mystical works. He
owns a Bachelor's Degree in English from
Queens College at The City University
of New York, but at the age of 24 he left
his graduate studies in order to travel and
write poetry.
~ Rachael Canter
http://www.amazon.com/John-Lars-Zwerenz/e/B007RHXDLM
From The House On Marble Hill
poet and writer known for his romantic,
impressionistic and mystical works. He
owns a Bachelor's Degree in English from
Queens College at The City University
of New York, but at the age of 24 he left
his graduate studies in order to travel and
write poetry.
~ Rachael Canter
http://www.amazon.com/John-Lars-Zwerenz/e/B007RHXDLM
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