I am the godly, the god of gods,
the king of beasts, who overlords,
the sins of men, and of deaths,
the sin of sins, the deathly ghoul,
who tears the heart, and snatches the soul

The king of beasts, of evil deeds,
who burns the earth and sows the seeds,
of death and infamy, strife and rifts,
and the remains of mortals, covered by sand sifts,

I am Lucifer, Deus Optimus,
the king of all, mightier than Zeus,
who flies the night, spreading destruction,
******* blood, by the force of suction,
killing and maiming countless scores,
spreading pestilence, disease and morbid sores,
plunging his sword, through men’s hearts,
before him, the very earth parts.

I am darkness, black as ink,
god of corpses, and reddish drink,
that causes men to sway and swoon,
to think forever, of impending doom,
I am one, of despair and gloom,
who dries the earth and burns the bloom,
who reddens the sky and darkens the day,
the king of snakes, the wolve’s bay.

I am one who’s mightier than man,
the lowly one, of the highest clan,
the burning light that blinds the eye,
whose anger clouds and darkens the sky,
And yet I burn,I burn in hell,
I cry with pain , shout and yell,
surrounded by flames, and fiery blaze,
that sings the skin, and reddens the gaze,
for with the souls of all devoured,
of earth and sky, I became the lord.

Every day is counted,
every hour marks its tread,
the passing exceeding slow,
of lives tied by tenuous threads,
when empty hours of boredom,
fill the frozen dark,
and dark thoughts of boding,
fill my vacant mind
when the purposelessness of it all,
questions my brooding soul,
what for and where from,
whither to and why,
I ask, but answers none,
come to my restless thought,
but yet we lie under these rocks,
in this frozen waste,
each bearing a sordid banner,
of prejudice and hate,
they across the mountain’s line,
and I upon my shale,
and each blames the other,
for blinded, stilted fate,
to live for, or to die,
each in petty acts,
embroiled, unthinking, enmeshed,
by past and future deeds,
by distrust of man for man,
in solitude, enmity breeds.

A few strains of loneliness,
in the silent night,
I sing in my chamber,
beside the lantern’s light,
and songs heard on the radio,
evoke a longing,
for a companion by my side,
who’ll sing by my tune,
and share with me, my melodies,
of loneliness and joy,
and I’ll show her,
all the visions of my mind,
and joy’s kindle and love’s inspire,
shall our bodies bind;

A few strains of loneliness,
in the silent night,
thinking of her charms,
by the lantern’s light,
and counting the days,
until I return,
into her waiting arms,
she to me, and I to her,
in mind and body merged,
till each is the other,
the other no more.

In battle dwelt my mind ever,
in dark visions, and nightly dreams,
and etched were images of battles past,
hordes arrayed in savage might,
the fury breaks, of battle’s play,
my veins swell with fire,
and in a frenzy of shouts and blood,
my rage surrounds me, and around,
are laid paths of mutilation,
men torn and bled,
hacked by sword and bayonet,
till this fire of fury abates,
and sanity returns with panting breath,
and I turn to survey my deeds,
on this winter’s night,
when the snow was painted red,
and a few lives were ended,
and a few lives remained,
to dwell in battle’s thought,
ever, and yet again.

Atop a mountain throne, I sat,
amidst a war torn land,
and to all the limits of my domain,
through mountain tracks I trudged,
mountain lords, holding court,
amidst their halls of shale,
and yonder, from the mountain pale,
runs a narrow shaft,
from there, across an icy stream,
and brown jagged rocks,
and on, thereon, across the ridge,
runs the boundary line,
between my nation, and theirs,
they atop their mountain fort,
and I, in my halls of stone,
and each meets the other, every night,
across the mountains firth,
in parleys, of spoken words,
and blinking beams of light,
and mirth rules this frozen waste,
upon a silent night,
where we men, warriors brave,
with nature, and enemy, fight.

Ever homeless I wandered,
seeking new lands,
but nowhere could I find,
where my heart abides,
whither shall I go, I wonder,
where shall I belong,
in what haven shall I rest,
in joy and in song,
for ever land seems far,
and the journey is wrought with tears,
but a longing grows in me,
for a place where I belong,

Dark woods I saw,
and mighty cities of men,
in my journey I passed,
through heaven and through hell,
through all the mighty leagues,
of land and of sea,
I travelled with the winds,
but no place was there for me;
whither shall I go, I wonder,
where shall my heart abide,
what haven shall I find,
for the people of my kind.

Alone, sat the king,
upon his mountain throne,
up, atop a lofty height,
where the raven soared,
and his glance rode out,
on all the wide lands below,
upon whom his domain lay,
and to lands far beyond,
where dwelt his father’s kin,
he reached out in thought,
to seek a companion,
to sit beside his throne;
Far off, in sheltered lands,
dwelt a maiden fair,
who lived beside the seasome tides,
in the lands, of her father’s kin,
her beauty that of spring,
yet she, in loneliness,
let her thought to wing,
on across the distant plain,
and beyond the mountain shale,
to where the king sat,
upon his mountain throne;
In thought met, and kindled flame,
but neither had seen the other,
except in their mind’s vision,
and yet a call came to each,
that called one to the other.
What came, of this tale,
I know not yet, to tell,
but time swayed and fate conspired,
to bring each to the other,
that each deemed the other’s half,
to be whole together.