Poetry: The Star Called Wormwood

You are the epitome of death! 
Once glorious and lustrous…
My firstborn.

In the shadows of your heart, bitterness resides,
A taste so sour, lingering and venomous —
eating away your existence,
your twisted essence.

I brought fire from your midst, you defeated foe!
Poison consumes your heart, spreading its dark wings
you planted seeds of discord, your toxic delicate treat.
Feeding your envious ambitions: covetousness, lust, and Holy Spirit!
Taking with you, My third, and leaving remnants of your trail.

Your tongue weaves tales and delusions so deep
Sprouting its thorns in a world full of deviltry;
with a crooked smile and azure eyes of ice
seducing minds with your treacherous heart 
you corrupt souls, tearing worlds apart

Yet, in the innermost part of your diabolical core
lies irrevocable ruin and exquisite disgrace!

Bathabile Masilela