The Jest of the Fire-Child

You see things in the dark. Things which would never survive the blatancy the daylight proffers unto its inhabitants. The sparrow lurking deep within its nest, watching the owl tearing down the entrails of her supper. The vulture fervently hoping that some of those entrails fall on the ground below so that his breakfast is taken care of. The raven, resting her tired wings after a day of spreading despair over the ridiculously sunlit world. The dog, howling in agony which Lucifer afflicts on him with gleeful malevolence. The cat, poised gracefully behind the Light Bearer, enticing the dog to invoke his predatory instincts. The parrot, witnessing everything with noiseless, infinite fear. The robber shadowing an innocuous little girl, malice dripping from his every step, the glint of a blade only just visible under his trench coat. The nozzle of the spray only just visible above her handbag, her features marred with a mirthless smile that revealed her razor-sharp teeth. Their paths cross with that of the Luciferian retinue and the parrot’s eyes widen. The final colour in his eyes before they close was scarlet.
The hours of darkness are almost at an end now. The Moon has been a mute spectator to all the proceedings of the night. She was being watched too. By a mortal, so immensely in love with Her that every full moon night he would linger on for the entire span without moving a muscle, pining to acquire one untainted glimpse of his beloved. To witness Her in all Her splendid glory. Just once. It was not to be. The Master of Fire was prowling beneath the mortal’s window, wafting flaring clouds to thwart his sight.
The son of Light gave way to his father and the Sun rose. The mortal, whose face still exhibited his fragmentary love was overtaken by slumber just as the epicentre of all his heart’s yearnings searched for him with tear-filled eyes, all the while cursing the Devil from the unfathomable depth of Her virgin heart. All futile. She bowed down to the Sun and scarpered. The Sun laughed with cruel delight as He saw Her running away leaving a trail of tears behind. For He knew and so did She, that in His naked radiance alone could a lifeling behold the Moon in Her true majesty.