Oh, they called you Light Bringer,
Hailed you their morning star,
How foul those words must taste now,
*Churn fervently, a sour mess in your throat*
Damnable light bringer,
Venus of unchained beauty, no more,
Do you ever reminisce about those days?
*When you heralded in the morning sun,*
Or does your tongue twist bitterly,
As you dwell upon what remains of your glory?
They swallowed your fame away,
Ripped your name from you
like your beating heart from your ribs,
And gave it to their savior,
To leave with you, a graceless tale
A fallen, wingless form
*A mourning star of different meanings*
Does it make you heave and retch?
The day Lucifer became Satan.
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Submission Name: A Graceless Tale (revised)
