How could I forget that day
When the sky bled as the sun set?
The hand reached out of the shadows
It offered me the gift it held
The Chalice of Eternal Flame
A long stemmed crystal cup
Within it, liquid fire
And a choice
At first I did not know what choice the hand offered
But it soon became clear
Visions of Angels and Demons flashed before my eyes
Feathered wings were followed by leathery
Horns followed by halo
What this bodiless hand offered was immortality
But that was not the choice
Fate had already made that decision for me
Fate had molded me for the answer
As the hand offered the chalice
Growing more agitated as its patience waned
I seized the searing cup and brought it to my lips
The flame burned as it coursed down my throat
But I felt no pain
I wiped away the last few sparks that had clung to my lips
The hand took the empty chalice from me
It seemed satisfied now, but still waited
A choice still needed to be made
What form would i take in my immortality?
What side of the coin would I land upon?
Angel or Demon
Demon or Angel
The hand seemed restless for my answer
And so I chose
I chose . . .