It’s been a while, sir.
Now has it?
Or have you merely forgotten
What it felt like.
For the sun to be beneath your fingers
Or what the wind in your wings felt like.

This dark vertigo is getting to me, yes;
but I do not feel like I have forgotten much important.
Your sons.
I have not forgotten them.
Your wife.
She was forgotten as soon as she vanished.

Harsh.
Oh, I am well aware;
but you speak like you’ve been more merciful.
And they call you the God of Freedom…
You gave me that title.
And we are Ying and Yang.

Don’t forget the face of your kin,
Angel.

And don’t forget the vengeance I swore upon you either,
Demon.

Ha.
Alright.