#crowley
Anna
Red hair fell like fire
on her thin shoulders.
Her wide, open eyes, now
seemed sunken in, and sadness,
for a moment, lingered there.
This was her last night on earth.
She again, ran through the events
that took place earlier that night.
When she was with him, in the back
of the Impala.
Images of the car's windows glossed with a
sheen of steam, blazed across her mind.
A smile blazed across her face.
She thought of his smile and her own widened.
She thought of the way he touched her, so gently,
like a feather moving over her. The way he left kisses
in a trail across her skin. The way he held her, as if
nothing on the earth could ever take her away.
Not in that moment.
But there are more than the kind
and protecting angels in this world. There are
demons. But even so, worse are the angels that
have turned their backs on heaven and now
work for the forces of evil.
The angels that would tear their comrades
from this world.
The angels
among
the
demons.
Crowley
Black.
Black as dark as night.
Black as dark as the inner
reaches of the earth.
Black as dark as death itself.
Black like blood.
Red.
Red as deep as warm, copper veins.
Red as deep as magma beneath
the earth.
Red as deep as rage at the sign
of betrayal.
Red like smoke.
Twisted.
Splashes of agony and hatred and
remorse stained his tattered soul.
A true evil radiated from his
vessel. A crafty and
malicious essence raced through his veins.
But he was no Lucifer.
Somewhere, deep down,
there was still a man who
longed to be loved. A man
who longed to be forgiven of his cruel
mistakes in his past life. Deep down, there
was still a man who longed to come back to
the light.
In a world so dark as his, the only light was the fire,
which should have brought comfort, but only
brought pain.
Deep down, he liked the dark.
Mary
Hair like threads of spun gold
tangled around her face. She was fair with
bright blue eyes that held
hues as heavenly as the sun-beaten
sky.
Soft, angular cheekbones sloped gently
down, a tinge of pink, coloring them slightly.
Locks of her wavy hair met her shoulders
but beneath her fair
appearance, she was a
rough girl.
A hunter.
She had seen things most terrible in the world,
thinks that no one should ever see.
And still, he remained a
loving mother and a kind person
in spite of
her demons.
Sam
Echoes of a former friend
rang throughout his
conscious mind.
Mischievous and
sinister laughter danced
around in his head like demons
howling and gibbering in
the night.
He could feel his brother's presence
and the angel too,
but felt only more unnerved
because he knew he was the
only one who could hear the voices.
Another shrill scream pierced
his ears and he ducked, holding
his head between two shaking palms.
Bright flashes of color exploded at
the corners of his vision and danced
around his eyes like a psychedelic
kaleidoscope.
He went spiraling again in his mind and
every color blinked out, like a light.
Everything went dark as the psychotic laughter
echoed throughout
his
skull.
Castiel
Over the hill moved a creature, round and
Glowing with a cold, white light.
Like a spectacular
Moonrise.
It had hundreds and hundreds of
Eyes in every imaginable color, faceted
Like jewels that covered wheels within wheels of
It’s spherical body.
It was an infinite series of intersecting
Rings that spun constantly in
All directions.
Like a gyroscope.
The rings looked like steel but
The substance was
Pearlescent and, like an oil slick,
Contained all of the rainbow within it.
Steel-like whips caressed the ground
And skies as it moved.
And at its center stood two
Wings, upright.
Feathers made from the metallic
Material rippled in the air. Around the wings pooled a
Sticky, warm light. A sheen of phosphorescent light coated the
Feathers and pooled around the wings.
Dean
Through the windshield, the soft
glow of a solitary streetlight glistened
over his cheekbones
and poured down
his jaw that had grown taught from
rapt contemplation.
His coarse, sandy-brown hair, was messed
from his last tango with a monster.
Brilliant flecks of gold danced around in
his hazel eyes,
entwining with years of past remorse and
echoes of both sad and happy memories of
being on the road.
He kept a firm hold of the wheel, gently guiding the
old muscle car down the road.
Tears prickled behind his gorgeous, tired eyes,
but didn't dare escape. The plastic army
soldier stared him down, but he
could pay him little mind.
His brother, riding shotgun, slept
sitting upright, his long, chocolate locks
covering his eyes as he dreamt with
his forehead
against the cool window.
Lucifer
A luminescent beauty radiated from him.
Behind his tattered vessel's eyes, a blazing
light shined like a beacon in the night.
The fury of a thousand suns, and
the beauty of a million moons.
The bright and morning star.
The most magnificent in all of the angels,
yet far more dark than any demon.
Sinfully exquisite.
Those who say he has horns have never
looked upon his countenance, for the gems
faceted there rival the colors of the morning skies.
And a voice like silk, soft as the
timid pulse,
a voice that could lead you to your own destruction.
Hands both so gelid and searing, you'd quiver
at the touch.
Hands that have brought so many to their death.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 11:52 PM UTC
a book of shadows falls from the sky
on her knees
her head hinged
bowed and supplicated
to his long tear dropped arterial ****
among heaps of naked bodies
in a temple of ******
his heart her refuge
her feet sweeten his mouth
her spine writhes a shimming snake
in riddles of pain and pleasure
each accentuating the other
his teeth in her flesh
she shakes bewitched and scarlet
foraging for dissolution
bleed pretty my love
pillar of fire milk and honey
the flames a banquet of tears
from tearing flesh
she wakes bleeding
a thirsty tulip
Laureate of allure and sprawling limbs
who suffers with grace and pride
a disease and cure
pink petals wet with dew
her ****
a hard working immigrant
gathering fields of poppies
humiliation as aphrodisiac
her tears glitter
eyes like jewels sparkle darkly
her skin prays to be eaten
marrow salt and butter in a red negligee
to be consumed
in a field of stained beds
she falters with grace
what does it mean you ask
how does it make you feel i ask
abjure the Christian plague
or the mind dies
to **** the body
why whip yourself
when he who loves so ardently
swells to do you the favor
wear the nylons!
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 12:02 PM UTC
Born Clarendon Square, 1875
11th year, father and hero dies
Mother's moniker, The Great Beast
Carries proud 'til rest in peace
Scripture's words so clearly lies
One off the wrist and women's thighs
Such morals never suit The Beast
On original sin, so does he feast
Red light women, gonorrhoea
Inhale and hold, but have no fear
Bow to none beneath the sky
Affliction, addiction, getting high
Poetry, prose, philosophy, chess
Science, literature, quite the quest
Majestic Monch without a guide
Dispel the darkness deep inside?
A new Sunrise, The Golden Dawn
To most, The Beast is but a thorn
From all the hate, he does defend
"I shall endure until to the end"
A crashing bore, The Golden Dawn
Such petty games, reject them all
Traverse the world and left in awe
In India, sombre spirits soar
The Savage Mountain scrapes the sky
Never scaled yet still must try
Brash bravery, they do not lack
No savage spoils, men beaten back
Convenience ties Beast and Rose
Affection hankers hard to show
Rosa Mundi and Love Songs
One lake of molten joy, one pond
In Egypt, Prince invokes the Gods
Great Horus comes, the Equinox
Aiwass speaks, so Beast does score
A new Aeon, Book Of The Law
On Nepal's peak, his peers they die
Attempt descent beneath dark skies
For such a loss bears all the blame
To climbing clique, ne'er the same
With Godhead now is unionised
As hashish opens the Third Eye
Meagre means and thus provides
Tankerville's peace is bonafide
A∴ A∴ heart, see how it glows
Tree Of Life they seek to grow
A flower's bloom begins to fade
Whilst sadly withers in the shade
The Beast now pens The Book Of Lies
His Scarlet Woman within resides
And for *** Magic does devise
"Contra Naturam", come inside
World War One, it rakes the Earth
While Wilhelm is as Jesus birth
Did The Beast truly betray
A country that had held his sway?
Thelema Abbey, hear its call
Lewd libertine within these walls
Loveday discovers only death
Benito brings its final breath
To man, a prophet is declared
Thelema's message, for to spread
Magnum opus, now complete
Of France, fair punishment is mete?
High on Hell's Mouth, his heart it breaks
But both black ink and leap are fake
War once again now rakes the Earth
Will Blackshirts bond Thelema's church?
War service scorned by N.I.D.
The face behind the Victory V?
Olla: Sixty Years of Song
A final book, the last swan song
Hasting's last battle is now lost
The Great Beast feels the final frost
"A Black Mass", many tabloids cry
Cold ashes now in Hampton lie
Amoral man, your heart did sing
Black ballads of the blackest dreams
Listen and there's still the screams
Of Thelema's ghosts, it seems
Copyright © Craig Detheridge.
2015 - 2017.
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
Give me your vision
I crafted within you.
I’ll pick up my pen
Your dreams I’ll pursue.
If bloods what you seek
I’ll open my arms.
Is flesh what you want?
**** it, do harm.
**** me Crowley.
Make me moan.
For you see, I worship thee.
Burn me Crowley.
Burn me.
Give me my vision,
You crafted within me.
Deliver me Crowley
I’ll make it my mission.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
Carve a picture of your face into the Halls of Time
Preserve yourself forevermore
In the history of humankind
OBEY -the Universal Law
DO WHAT THOU WILT - Harm Not
Scrape the sky with your canines
Make the people sing your name
Slave for no divine reward
And fear no eternal flame
Devil may care,
Live and let live
DO WHAT THOU WILT - Harm Not
We are a miraculous animal
Tricking ourselves into spurning our own gifts
Overcaffienated/Undersatisfied
Our eyes firmly planted
In the center of the sky
We've spent so long waiting for angels
No one remembers:
We Are Divine.
DO WHAT THOU WILT; Defend Thyself
DO WHAT THOU WILT; Indulge Thyself
DO WHAT THOU WILT; Enjoy Thyself
DO WHAT THOU WILT; Respect Thyself
I Am God
You Are God
God Is A Lie
I Am God
You Are God
God Is An Idea
Born In The Minds
Of Us,
The Inventors
God Is A Tool
Used For Control
His Soldiers Are Fools
Losing Their Souls
DO WHAT THOU WILT
BUT FEAR NO GOD
DO WHAT THOU WILT
GOVERN THYSELF
DO WHAT THOU WILT
PROTECT THY WORLD
DO WHAT THOU WILT
BE WHO YOU WISH
DO WHAT THOU WILT
HARM NOT
WASTE NOT
DO
WHAT
THOU WILT
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC