Oh what a skilled sorcerer rules the princes and villains of
this world!
The prince of darkness clothes his deeds in darkness so that
the victim cannot grieve
because she cannot see what has been done to her.
And even she who has always loved the light cannot see the
blind spot, the black hole in her soul, until the good King
shows it to her.
The prince of darkness hates the light,
hates it when his victim sees what has happened to her
because
she can finally be free from the lonely wilderness
she thought was the way of the Lord.
The prince of darkness hates the King of Light most of all,
and does not release his grip on the King’s possessions
easily.
So the more the victim sees the true colors of his treachery,
the more treacherous he becomes—
he will have his revenge at all costs.
Instead of holding her in subtle fear and calm self-loathing,
the accuser starts to shout curses at her name, vile things
that should not be spoken,
and he brings up old sins that have already been covered in
clean blood.
But because she’s
been shattered and is just starting to heal,
at first she believes
the lies and finds her tongue speaking them, too.
By the time the curses start flying from the villain’s lips,
though,
It is already too late for him. He has already lost.
Curses are a last ditch effort of the sorest loser.
For the King of Light is stronger than the prince of the air,
and he loves the
victim more than the prince hates her.
He says, “Let my child see, let my daughter cry, let my
sweetheart weep,
For I make sorrows etch in memory to show that, in justice,
I do not overlook.
I make tears pure so that, in mercy, my light can glisten in
the darkest dark.
I make sobs the quickest transport to my healing heart,
so that, in triumph,
the wounded has instant, lasting power over her enemy.”
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