My Name

       It was in the pale autumn on a bleak Sunday that I met a man. He told me not his name. I sat, as every other Sunday, in the wide park of Jones town. The leaves would dance around your head, and the breeze would course through your hair. You can sit and for miles see nothing but trees, and the red dawn watching it all. It was my spot. Also his… this man. He wore a suit, all black, with the jacket reaching to his feet. His voice was like silk. His powdered skin was equal to death.

       Had he not sat next to me, I surely would have passed him on. Yet here he was. His eyes… those damn blue eye’s! They cursed my soul! He would glance but an inch, and I could feel my spirit wallow in agony. I could feel his looks. But when I spoke the pain subsided, and I would feel the autumn again. “I love it here.” I said with the obvious pang of nervousness. He narrowed his eyes to the horizon and spoke like angels spoke. “Hallow are my eyes, for I can not see it. To me, there is a hole. Inside is the light, and outside is the earth which speaks to me.”
“What does it say?”
“The earth is sad...”
“But why? Is there not water for the earth? Nor soil for the plants?”
“A mother it is. Beaten by the woes of man. Surrounded by takers… receiving nothing. A bitch to its burdens, and a whore to its soul! Screams!! … Screams.”
The man’s head lowered. “I hear-it’s-pain!!!” He cringes like a hot poker had been stabbed into his heart. My world grew heavy. The dawn, now more red, brought ill to my heart. The man’s face, twisted with agony and loathing it was.

       I could bear it no longer. Upon my feet I stood above him, heart pumping “I demand you to reveal yourself! Reveal yourself to me!!” The world grew dark. Grey covered the skies, and cold rushed through my bones. Horror, I felt! Stricken by it. The grass, and roots of the trees, died before my eyes. The horizon grew white like fire! My soul! He took my damn soul!!

       The man did not stand. He sat perched on the bench, his head still low. “You want to know who I am?” My bones did not have a soul to answer with, yet he read my very thoughts. “You want to know my name?” He looked at me! Oh, god IT looked at me!! “My name is Lucifer.” The naked beast before me said. And with a slight bow, and the nod of his head, my essence was ripped to fire. He stood over me, and spoke like demons spoke. “Welcome.”

The End.