This child of Satan.

The hour passed and reproaches
Passed too.

With sunset came forgiveness,
A levity never felt on Earth.

The blue air of dew drew down.

Silverware came to a rest after a lifetime
Of spinning around the room.

Attic doors acquiesced
And all memories

Atop the stair would have to stay there.

Elsewhere one was being born,
One dying,

Since not here.