11-08-2023, 11:34 AM
Apologia
No one believed him
when Lucifer said
it was only a question
of aesthetics,
the son of the morning
and his long, expansive wings.
The notion
of turning sideways
to enter a room
disgusted him,
as it never had
before. And he'd promised
himself if his harp
became entangled
in the green tendrils,
innocently following
the path laid out
by the trellis,
just once more,
that would be the end of it.
He hadn't anticipated
anyone would follow,
hadn't expected
what came tumbling after.
No one believed him
when Lucifer said
it was only a question
of aesthetics,
the son of the morning
and his long, expansive wings.
The notion
of turning sideways
to enter a room
disgusted him,
as it never had
before. And he'd promised
himself if his harp
became entangled
in the green tendrils,
innocently following
the path laid out
by the trellis,
just once more,
that would be the end of it.
He hadn't anticipated
anyone would follow,
hadn't expected
what came tumbling after.