(Just to let you know, this was a written assignment in my english class that I wrote in response to the following prompt: *Write a composition that explains how temptation can be as dangerous as violence.*)



On my silver cloud, I contemplate my fate as an angel. Is my Father all powerful? Am I allowed to have this ounce of doubt? (Cloud fades into rouge) Can I be a god? O! My blasphemous thoughts succumb me into a fallen flight! (Cloud of Zenith rains blood as the serpent is born...)

Falling into fire and boiling tears of the dead, I am welcomed by desperate cries. "Help us o angel of God! Sweet Lucifer have mercy!" The demands of their deliverance is sad but satisfying.

Looking down at my once luminescent flesh, I am dark and my wings black, dripping with vermillion remorse. A harlot with severed wrists crawls toward me, begging for a taste of Heaven. I push her away in disgust.


Above me on the surface, I hear a too familiar thundering eclipse of power...Him. "Lucifer, your thirst for successing me has left you here, in the depths of Hell...Though your mind has been lost to darker luxuries, I love thee still..." How can he say those contrite words in my presence? Filling my heart with saturated fury, I cry out to Him in vain. "Damn you for being righteous, I have power now! Deep black magick, created only for a devil! Leave me you fool, and let me rule my realm of death in eternal pain!" Without a another breath, He was gone.

Around me lay catacombs filled with acid and blades scortching my children of doom. With their hands outreached, their sacrilege screams echoing, their tangible nightmares in occurance forever, I know in the void of what was once my heart, I am their father now.

The violent danger of my temptation to be temptingly dangerous and violent is all that I am, ever was, and ever will be: A fallen angel that faded into a rotten, black precedent of sin; a dangerous, violent temptation.