the princes of Hel
fight
for a noble cause—
how
can a prince
of the chasm
weather such frost?
perhaps
a Promethean flame
fit
to overthrow the gods.
The Asteri,
beings of light,
society’s pinnacle—
stars
in priestly robes—
pin the masses
so beautifully
with the gravity
of six red Suns,
with an obscured
red right hand—
who said Hel was evil?
who said light
couldn’t burn?
who said the devil
was ugly?
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 