Child of the Universe

battered

bruised

the fallen says

"i deserve better"

and they rise

while I was eating dinner on the porch

I thought I had to do a physical grand ritual

to mark my consent with Death.

Write a contract, sign it with blood

Gestures I was willing to do

"You've already done everything," Oliver said, while I was properly stuffing my face.

"You've never been interested in such things before."

I suppose I thought that's what I had to do.

"Why?"

What do you mean?

"Death accepts us as we are. Why would you think you'd have to do something big-"

When I haven't been interested in that before. . .

Like a moonflower blooming under the evening stars, maybe I can bloom in the shadows too.

and sunk them deep into Their neck.

The Void of Death glazes Their eyes

Their pupils begin to eclipse

When Death lets go

Their blood will flow

and act as Their signature

The Fallen has arisen.

The Universe lays witness.