The Phototropsim of the Dark

She planted the seed of discord in her heart, now only capable of watching as it bloomed into the night, the petals a glowing black. Illuminated with darkness, the beautiful flower stretched to the deepest center of her heart. There, powered by her own evil, the roots cohere the energy up to those petals, those sinister yet enticing petals. So it stood tall into the night. Only the night.

In the morning, she regained her harmony, never fully whole but never lacking.

I stand in the 8th Circle of Inferno.
Just one more step and I descend into the deep blackness, where I discover the secrets of hell.
Hell unrolling unto the furthest depths darkness,
the dark indistinguishable from the light.


Don't try to rescue me.
Because it might appaul you as I exclaim,
EXCLAIM,
my predilection of this eternal discord.

Into the depths of the fury,
even worse than hate


is the secret.


The secret that burns above the degrees of the fire where I forever lay.
My soul may be nothing but ashes fluttering with the wings of the devil,
but my heart,

my heart is with the heavens,
while my soul incinerates.

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