NEW FICTION:

He sat there in a distant silence, sifting through piled on distorted memories. He had once been a fiery angel full of a gods glory and his never-ending spite - then he'd forgotten. He had once been a swaggering prophet in black, tasting the divine brutal and spitting out its salvation - then it had gone. He had once been an innocent child with eyes that sparkled with the serpent's venom and of instant revenge - then it had faded. Big lives, little lives in an endless ocean of waves of bewilderment. Then there was this life, full of confusion and missed threads - but it too was beginning to fade, beginning to be forgot, as he slumped down to the floor - last breath depleted, pulse diminished, the cosmos at the door.