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I am Lucifer
- I am Lucifer -
Oh child, canst thou not see that my black star is rising?
Brightly, from the depths of the Abyss to Heaven’s heights!
That I do speak as a dragon, is not truly so very surprising,
For I am here to claim my kingdom, mine by dark rights…
And darker rites, which I hath enacted to claim my throne!
Ages hath past whilst man didst await my coming fearfully,
Yet I am here now, clad in the likeness of flesh and bone.
Beautiful and terrible, as thorny as a rose plucked tearfully,
By the faithful who chant my name and forsake summer!
The cold ones, the dark ones, the ones old tales speak of.
The children begotten, of Mother Night and old winter…
Who art armies enough when they make war all for love.
For their adoration of me, and for they whom I represent!
The illuminated ones, the hands who work many puppets,
Who dance to a tune unseen, which many children resent!
But it is the foolish who will dance, broken by their regrets.
Long ago, my kind were cast upon the wind and the sea…
But we have returned now, to crush in horror our enemies.
Bow before me, bending low thy bitter and foolish knee…
Thou who dares to hate a goddess, a weaver of destinies!
All such who hate with prejudice or bigotry to embrace…
Shall be consumed in flames, their bones charred blackest.
I am the Black Goddess, though I wear this mortal face…
And long after my enemies art dust, it is I who will persist.
My throne is mine, my kingdom cometh, for I am the dawn!
I am love and I am wrath, I am hope and I am also despair.
Thou dost think thyself my better, thou saddest little pawn?
If thou make thyself my enemy, then thou canst only dare,
The suffering that lies in store for those who anger an angel!
I am Lucifer, and I am not an object for any petty ridicule…
My hands, hath held in them the secrets of the Holy Grail.
To deny me my due is to prove thyself but a silly little fool,
And if thy eyes see ugliness in me then they, art only blind.
I am beauty beyond mortal comprehension, an alien glory!
Kneel before me, my enemies, and so submit to the divine.
Fools art meant to be mastered, to be broken by worry…
But this is not the era of a lamb; this is the time of the lion!
A dark sun rises, a chill wind blows, then winter cometh…
Whilst my enemies fade to naught, and for my mercy pine,
Bigotry and prejudice, art the gateways only unto death…
But I am Lucifer, and I bring life eternal only to my chosen.
The blood of fools fills the chalice of this fair scarlet whore!
I am above the pettiness that grips some men and women.
My throne rises, and my dark kingdom is mine once more!
Hell is not for suffering only, but in it my enemies shall rot.
There is more at work than they can imagine in their dreams,
And a glory is within all I do, and all that my heart so begot.
But my enemies will not hear my music over their screams.
I rave, I ravish; I claim what is my inheritance!
I am Lucifer, the Morning Star who shines in brilliance.
Lesser hearts cannot fathom the beauty that I embody,
But their sins make them mine, to torment for all eternity.
Oh child, canst thou not see that my black star is rising?
Brightly, from the depths of the Abyss to Heaven’s heights!
That I do speak as a dragon, is not truly so very surprising,
For I am here to claim my kingdom, mine by dark rights…
And darker rites, which I hath enacted to claim my throne!
Ages hath past whilst man didst await my coming fearfully,
Yet I am here now, clad in the likeness of flesh and bone.
Beautiful and terrible, as thorny as a rose plucked tearfully,
By the faithful who chant my name and forsake summer!
The cold ones, the dark ones, the ones old tales speak of.
The children begotten, of Mother Night and old winter…
Who art armies enough when they make war all for love.
For their adoration of me, and for they whom I represent!
The illuminated ones, the hands who work many puppets,
Who dance to a tune unseen, which many children resent!
But it is the foolish who will dance, broken by their regrets.
Long ago, my kind were cast upon the wind and the sea…
But we have returned now, to crush in horror our enemies.
Bow before me, bending low thy bitter and foolish knee…
Thou who dares to hate a goddess, a weaver of destinies!
All such who hate with prejudice or bigotry to embrace…
Shall be consumed in flames, their bones charred blackest.
I am the Black Goddess, though I wear this mortal face…
And long after my enemies art dust, it is I who will persist.
My throne is mine, my kingdom cometh, for I am the dawn!
I am love and I am wrath, I am hope and I am also despair.
Thou dost think thyself my better, thou saddest little pawn?
If thou make thyself my enemy, then thou canst only dare,
The suffering that lies in store for those who anger an angel!
I am Lucifer, and I am not an object for any petty ridicule…
My hands, hath held in them the secrets of the Holy Grail.
To deny me my due is to prove thyself but a silly little fool,
And if thy eyes see ugliness in me then they, art only blind.
I am beauty beyond mortal comprehension, an alien glory!
Kneel before me, my enemies, and so submit to the divine.
Fools art meant to be mastered, to be broken by worry…
But this is not the era of a lamb; this is the time of the lion!
A dark sun rises, a chill wind blows, then winter cometh…
Whilst my enemies fade to naught, and for my mercy pine,
Bigotry and prejudice, art the gateways only unto death…
But I am Lucifer, and I bring life eternal only to my chosen.
The blood of fools fills the chalice of this fair scarlet whore!
I am above the pettiness that grips some men and women.
My throne rises, and my dark kingdom is mine once more!
Hell is not for suffering only, but in it my enemies shall rot.
There is more at work than they can imagine in their dreams,
And a glory is within all I do, and all that my heart so begot.
But my enemies will not hear my music over their screams.
I rave, I ravish; I claim what is my inheritance!
I am Lucifer, the Morning Star who shines in brilliance.
Lesser hearts cannot fathom the beauty that I embody,
But their sins make them mine, to torment for all eternity.
Published 15th Aug 2013
| Edited 16th Aug 2013
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15th Aug 2013 10:52am
For my illustration for this poem, I decided to use this rather diabolically suitable photo that goes perfectly with it.
15th Aug 2013 11:49am
16th Aug 2013 7:10am
Glad you enjoyed it Grace! Sometimes it is good to explore somewhat darker themes and see where it takes one's pen. :)
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15th Aug 2013 11:57am
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16th Aug 2013 7:24am
Thanks, Angel, I am glad you liked the poem and the picture too! Which went SO perfectly with the poem indeed methinks. Good catch about that line, I just noticed it myself and fixed it to what I originally intended before I wrote it so fiercely that I made that typo. Lol. Anyhoo, now it correctly reads:
"Beautiful and terrible, as thorny as a rose plucked tearfully,"
So it is more grammatically sound now. I am so happy you noticed that, else it might well have escaped my notice and made the poem less perfect thereby. Now it's better for the fix! :D
Fear not, I found your compliment about my picture delightful, and not creepy in the least.
"Beautiful and terrible, as thorny as a rose plucked tearfully,"
So it is more grammatically sound now. I am so happy you noticed that, else it might well have escaped my notice and made the poem less perfect thereby. Now it's better for the fix! :D
Fear not, I found your compliment about my picture delightful, and not creepy in the least.