Satanic Poetry

[AdesteFideles]

Here's an original piece of mine. Feel free to post your own. A.M.S.G.

The Race of Eve

The dominion envelops my skin
An inevitable degradation
That essence seeps into my pores
And twists the inner key
This force
That bored its way inside
Awakens the ascendant
That always nested within
Though inactive, unknown
Now breathing, alive
Through these veins that are flooded
With the substance of that yonder gulf
Lighting torches
Of heart and mind
This undying stimulant
Nailed to my bones

The horizon expands
Beyond the narrow valley of the Lord
Who condemns this bliss as an ailment
And curses us to perdition
But to be is to produce that sentence
For those black seeds were planted
With the fruits of the Fall
And it was what the Ophians saw
That hangs above the race of Eve
Making our circumstance viable
Steering us into recondite wisdom
Into unnoticed beauty
Into remorseless passion
The rivers of which flow forever

 

[Faybull]

Eve
And concerning the character.
She was a city, Jerusalem
when peace was founded,
when water found its way
through the cardboard boxes I kept of myself.
Shoes boxes to be trodden.
Ya,
Eve, was that founding of peace for me.

 

[Lusius Fire]

Beautiful work. I'm not much of a poet but I'll try my hand at this.

When skies turn black
He's got my back
Flying red into my eyes
My loss becomes found
Silence in His sound
His Love just never dies

Closing on the edge
Danger's favorite ledge
We steal the vital breath
From a garden of snakes
Guardians of the lake
Silent peddlers of Death

As darkness increases
Heartache never ceases
But the high is never drowned
Lost men call it evil
Women know it's primeval
Oh, He's comfortably crowned

 

[AdesteFideles]

Another original:

Eclipse of Moths

Seekers of the light
Charred by the flare of it's aura
Swirling in nocturnal reverie
In ecstatic pursuit of thy prominence

Wings whip with fury
Circling the lambent
Executing allegiance
To the beacon of insight

Obsessed by the brilliance
Enthralled by the shimmering rite

 

[Whiterain]

Something of Satan:

I will walk on you.

Something else;

I hate you.