It bears repeating
One of the nobility of Hell has picked me out to be her toy. Compared to you, I am happy indeed. But somehow it rings like a false coin. Do you remember the first lad or lass you loved?
When you felt you chest was too narrow to hold your heart? When it seemed the world was made anew by your passion?
And do you remember the fear that comes with love? The fear that it cannot last? The fear that you cannot be worthy of it? Truly, we were not, none of us. But did it not come anyway?
How we have poured our souls into another's lips and eyes. How we have died and been born again in the ebb and flow of their breath.
All gone.
The flesh you loved is dust. The words you whispered stir no echoes. And it may be that the one you loved most dearly sits at supper now with angels, and has forgot your name. They think they mortify us with whips, and wheels. But then, they have neither lived nor loved.
In truth, they know nothing of pain at all.
-Christopher Rudd, Lucifer: A Dalliance with the Damned
When you felt you chest was too narrow to hold your heart? When it seemed the world was made anew by your passion?
And do you remember the fear that comes with love? The fear that it cannot last? The fear that you cannot be worthy of it? Truly, we were not, none of us. But did it not come anyway?
How we have poured our souls into another's lips and eyes. How we have died and been born again in the ebb and flow of their breath.
All gone.
The flesh you loved is dust. The words you whispered stir no echoes. And it may be that the one you loved most dearly sits at supper now with angels, and has forgot your name. They think they mortify us with whips, and wheels. But then, they have neither lived nor loved.
In truth, they know nothing of pain at all.
-Christopher Rudd, Lucifer: A Dalliance with the Damned