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You were the enemy,
(or so I said)
but never my enemy.
(not really)
But now you are,
at least on paper.
You’ve become Prince of Hell,
the prodigal demon taking charge,
leading the forces of the damned against Heaven,
against me.
You look so darkly handsome
in your black and crimson livery
as we meet on the battlefield
in full regalia, wings unfurled,
your ink-dark halo mirroring my golden chain,
our armies ready to strike
when we command.
If we command.
Must we command?
I see the despondence in your eyes,
and I know you do not want to do this
any more than you wanted to destroy
the blameless children of blameless Job.