The Word Of The Creator
Painting by: Costin Chioreanu Text by: Corneliu Stănciulescu
Lucifer opened his wings again to fly back to his sphere of light, the center of the Universe, the land of the Demiurge Knight.
And on his flight, below and the upside, was full of stars and he was the Thunder, a flashing light.
And as he flew through Chaos and the unborn stars, he sees the first lights of Creation springing into existence.
Time tries to be born, from holes of Chaos, when nothing was a thing and borders that don’t yet exist,
flag your arrival to the beginning of the Universe.
There, in the middle lies Lucifer’s Father, The Demiurge.
Lucifer kneels begging for mortal existence, as his love cannot be accomplished any other way.
The eternal Master of the Universe, the One that no human can comprehend,
listens to His Son and then He gloomy looks, then silently speaks, thundering the same time:
"Lucifer, you were born with the Universe. The Chaos gave you shape and form.
You cannot ask for masks that perish, as Oblivion is their name.
Their land is full of graves, your castle is eternal.
And what for you would like to be mortal?
Just turn your head and look down."