The Celestial Funeral
Painting by: Costin Chioreanu Text by: Corneliu Stănciulescu
Beyond the words, he’s struck with grief and sees the distance growing fast, the miracle of timeless place, it’s vanishing within a flash.
He’s loneliness it’s Universe itself, his world is just a greedy hole, that swallows all his light.
Poor Lucifer laying between the day and night returns to his eternal life without love, a death in fact.
Before he left, he whispered:
"What matters thee, you cloud of dust,
If ’t is me or someone else?
You live in your sphere's narrowness,
And luck rules over you.
But in my steady world I feel,
Eternal, cold and true."
Our story ends here, with Lucifer slowly being carried back to his eternal, cold Kingdom.
He will shine immortal light upon our world, coldly witnessing it.