Black Roses and Fallen Angels (long)

If I could subjugate the seasons, and bend them full, Unto my will, then I would make them playthings… Like pretty maids, all in a row; and all I hate I’d cull. Of old, I held esteem higher than bards and kings… When the sickles fell in the corn, as the fire did roar, The wicker man died, to the druids’ mystical chants. I was there and in my honor the maidens sang more, As the blood of the wicked watered growing plants! My symbol was the ram, the horned beast of Hades, And I am the wolf that runs wild, amongst the flocks. My holy temple lies in the realm of the palest shades, Cast low, yet rising ever higher from infernal rocks… From such places have I climbed seeking my justice! Elfin queens have donned the black courtesan gown, And danced before my throne as many a mistress… Their grace enhanced, by silvery slippers and crown. I was the serpent Saint Patrick cast from out of Eire! The children of Dana spoke of me only in whisper… Whilst their mother kept tended, for me, a secret fire. Only she could touch it without one burn or blister… But her traditions are now the stuff of forgotten myth. The gods have laid me low, seeking to humble pious, A spirit wilder than the forest when cloaked in mists! Though I bow to no tyranny; as a god, I was jealous. As a man I am lonely and angry at the evils I behold, Hungry for love and thirsty for what peace I can find. In the name of desire, I rage until Hell’s fire is cold… Look beyond my flesh, and do not in hubris be blind. Know me by my words and know my love is honest, I offer up my darkness with my light to here confess! Descent I: The Spire of the Eye (No heresy of Babylon, was ever so honest… As that which captured my soul, in conquest.) To love me, you must take my hand and so enter… The hidden places, where not just good is centered, But also evil the like of which you knew not I kept. If you can understand, sweet dreams blissfully slept, Then mayhap you can bear the nightmares’ sting… And when all is so done, more of love we shall sing! I am the darkness, the eye watching from the spire, The one you deny, the embodiment of your desires. I am the shadow, the faces in your mirror’s pane… The one you fear, as you enter a nightmare domain! Welcome to my paradise, let me offer you an apple, As I send you to the Abyss on a steed lithely supple. Behold the gardens where my kin wait to be free… The roses there grow reddest, all from infernal seed. I can lead you beyond the fire, if you take my hand, For you are but a stranger, in my own strange land! Behold the desolation, caused by the sins of man… Would I punish humanity for it, if not for divine ban? Nay, I am not God nor could I ever be one so aloof. When I see the innocents who perish in disasters… I weep for the children the most and I ask for proof, That God cares for any soul, either here or hereafter. Do you say wickedness lives, in the hearts of some? I see it even on high, and wish it could be overcome. But then somebody hurts me and I cannot forgive… And in that hour I know why God can be full of fury. Some pains are too much, to endure and saintly live, I too was a child, and not a one wept for my worry! Is my pity a service, to those who cannot be saved? The answer is in no scripture, or on altars engraved. Let me look into your eyes so that I might wonder, Whilst you gaze into my own to behold the thunder! Let us shake the heavens, until they are darkened… Whilst those that slumber, below, violently awaken! Descent II: The Feast of the Fallen (No heresy of Atlantis, was ever quite blest… As that which, here, has been shown interest.) Behold the table I have set out for one great feast… The wraith-maids come to dance in gowns creased, By night-threads woven by the spiders of the pits… As screams of the damned, provide a song most fit! You ask, why God would create a domain like this, A twisted realm of mad passions: and madder bliss? It was the creation of the darkest dreams of angels, And gods fallen, who found a home within the hells. Where the elfin kin were remade into a dark image, In a time lost to all history, unrecorded by any sage. When love is denied me, I am a prisoner of the ice, Which sweeps across my heart by sorrow’s device. Fire and ice lie before you, within my soul reflected, The origin of this nightmare you dream unprotected! Do you feel the chill that I kept from all who’d pry? Now you know how awful is loneliness, and why… To bear it any longer would be verily to lose myself. Far better is companionship, for the spiritual health! Oh the irony of the ignorant who called me maker… Knowing not, the blasphemy to which they commit! Woe unto the repast prepared for them by a baker, Who serves them the poisons to which they submit! Only love can provide release that passion can seal. Awaken me from my nightmare, with a love so real! Black webs stretch across gulfs where vultures soar, And I know how terrible goodness can be, unveiled. For there is a terrible righteousness at Hell’s door… Hotter than the sun over the waves man once sailed! More terror lies in light too bright for eyes to handle, Than the dimly flickering fires of one lit black candle. What reflects in a mirror, naught but flesh opposed, Is less real than midnight’s embrace, hotly imposed! What you see in my face, only a tiny facet of a form, Is something primal and untamed as a raging storm! Descent III: The Light of the Dawn (No heresy of Gnosis, which many did contest, Was ever so revealing as what I’ve addressed.) In a ziggurat in the center of an Eden grown so wild, Sits enthroned, the dawn star in the form of a child… Her power undaunted, despite her unassuming form! For the heart is the domain, of the angel of the morn. She is the light in the darkness that I have described, Her soul is the flame, from which sinners would hide. Would you sacrifice your wickedness unto her now? Only light can forgive darkness, by grace endowed! The banner of a bloody cross on white, unashamed, Flies from that temple I share, with she I just named. How many died beneath it, in the days of the sword? What lies were men told, that evil was God’s word! Armor is heavy, when the cause of arms is not just… It shines less brightly, when bloodshed makes it rust. You were not there when I knelt and wept, faithless, Abandoning God, and lusting for a kinder mistress… But if you would love me, you must know its’ cause! For love I damned myself, and did so without pause. Through Sophia, and the child angel, God illustrated, Unto me, the depth of the mercy I doubted did exist. Oh Sophia, first mother of mine, how oft I hesitated, Blind to the grace that, within us all, does so persist! Just as in grief Athena gave herself unto tragic death, I gave myself unto the night, for I had not a thing left. There are sights that cannot be unseen by inner mind, And there are sensations that cannot be taken away! Tear away the outer garment and there you can find, All that man is truly clad in, hidden from light of day! To the left hand is the path: to the right hand of glory, It is the winding way I took, throughout my life story. Let me show you the glories of the hour of witching, When a single tear can break one’s spirit, twitching! Let me take you to the ball where the undead dance, Where the dire ravens gather and the satyrs prance! Descent IV: The Madness of Love (No heresy of Cain, which was silenced to rest, Was ever so damning as what I just confessed.) For love, a brother’s very blood would I so give up. I would heat it like a tea and pour it in a golden cup! For love, my very flesh would I scourge, and scar… I would offer my pain to every god to bottle in a jar! For love, all of the earth would I conquer: lay waste. I would build it anew, all its’ fresher delights to taste! All of these wicked deeds would I do for one I love, But I would never forsake her, not for angels above! We have all had the frightful thoughts rise, unbidden, Of which these are but a sample, of what lies hidden. Am I good because I did not commit such mad acts? No, for the thoughts were still mine, sharp as an axe! To know there is evil within us is wisdom of a sort… It means good is within to define it, granting comfort. Once was I a god, but fell because of the inner dark, Growing jealous and wanton, until I would not hark! Love redeemed me before, and it can do so again… If you love me you can, with a kiss, my torment end. I am not a beast for awaiting beauty’s loving bounty, Though all who live have within them a true monster. People misunderstand much, and oft speak contrary, Seeing not the raven until it flies up under their rafter. Be a goddess in mortal flesh, and share my throne… So life can be a dream, beyond mere flesh and bone. Perhaps one must sin to know salvation’s soft touch, Making the blessed into hedonists hungry for feeling. I have known ambrosial delights far beyond all such, Not by denial but by an embrace that left me reeling! It is man, who first called me the Prince of Darkness, Even though, of old, no such title did I once possess. What sacrifices, as are offered: to redeem the fallen, Cannot bring them salvation as a flower gives pollen! What boon you grant, must be for only we to enjoy, Cannily breaching my soul like the gates of old Troy! Descent V: The Paradise of Perdition (No heresy of Lucifer, with a rebellious zest… Could shine so brightly, from east unto west.) Trapped in memories, and tormented by my visions, I’ll struggle ever onward making the only decisions… Which ever my destiny allowed me freedom to bear. If you are lost in my nightmare you had best beware! No one can save you if you hold not love most dear, And cannot endure darkness to conquer your fear… For terrible is the beauty of the paradise of perdition. But I would rather be bound there, than by tradition! There is freedom in darkness and light there aplenty, Not tainted by those who sold their faith, for money. If fallen I am, at least in one way I am still redeemed: Ever was I honest, and by me no one was deceived. My sins have been great, and I reveled in them all… This is where they dwell, amidst the flowers ever tall. You have seen the surface of my darkness laid bare, Walking in the wastelands where few would so dare. If you love me, we can make the desolations bloom, Build a heaven in our hell and let light replace gloom! Joy is hedonistic, but modern man dulls it insensibly. So why not partake, of what others fear to indulge? The fruit that I offer you is born of true irresistibility. The twilight of the gods begins not without a tumult! Tell me if you be, such an adventurous and fair maid. As Persephone was to Hades, be unto me: unafraid! Let me touch you softly, and show you carnal virtue, So that all the things they taught you were wicked… Are revealed as pleasures, when passion pays a due. Let us live and love with zest, on finer ambrosia fed! The flames that scorch others, will be for us sensual, In Hell is that paradise granted to the true individual. Let me be swept away, by tides of passion carried, Where any wish might be granted but never harried! Let us do as we will, and that shall be our only law, When the Abyss comes for us, we dive in its’ maw! Ave Eous! Amor Aeternus. Gloria Paradiso Inferni! Amorem et Lucem! Ignus Aeturnus. Ave Luci via!

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