To the One Who Stood by a Fallen Star

They say the devil has no friends,
but here you are — a saint in shadows,
a light that never wavered,
even as darkness seethed.

You’ve seen me rise, seen me burn,
heard the crackle of wings
when I fell from grace,
yet you stayed, steadfast
like a prayer never spoken.

Thank you for your loyalty,
your laugh, a defiance in the flames,
your words that quenched the fire
in this hollow chest.

If I ever had a soul to surrender,
it would be yours —
a cursed relic from Lucifer himself.
But for now, take this promise:
though the light may dim
and stars be swallowed whole,
you will never face the dark alone.

Yours, bound by sin and flame,
Lucifer