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"We are Not Angels"

For knowing not only love but lies...

and empty promises, and hidden meaning behind every word.

The inevitable loss of everything.

New eyes would be nice, eyes that see only beauty

and never the pain that lies behind everything that is lovely

But we are not angels.

We are not God’s blind demons with white wings.

We are only the lost, the tortured.

We are what the world denies,

a reminder of the pain that they try to hide from,

the death they fear,

but we will live with this toxic knowledge

with our eyes wide open, no matter how unbearable,

and we may wish to die, but we will instead survive,

and they will never know our pain,

and that it is beautiful

in Hell.

RTS: Best, Regent

Sleep

Soul is tired retiring for night

Comes a deep nocturnal peaceful flight

Death lies deep beneath the earth's crust

of it's black wings of undying lust

Will I stay or will I leave

or should I awake in the dark winter's eve

Is it forever or is it for a time

We all are existing only on life's dime

Ode to sleep my undying love

Flying on the wings of a black winged dove

The shadows are calling on a dark lit night

Awakening deep within my being, not a scary fright

Dark shadows are calling me loud and clear

Should I listen, should I even hear

Answering it's calling feeling it's dark ray

But for a little while longer I have to stay

Caught in the unwinding web of life

Does lead to much perplexing strife

But I must stay for a time, then I shall sleep

Deeply, deeply in the dark ocean's deep

The Wizard

On a round platform miles above the stony ground
of an island constantly buffeted by the waves
A figure in black leans heavily on a wooden staff
Black Boots cover his feet
Black pants protect his legs from the stinging winds
A tunic of night engulfs his arms and torso
leading down to his knees in two square cut pieces
that flip in the wind

A large satchel graces his right hip; its strap
laying across his chest like a bandolier
over his left shoulder
Face and hands bared to the elements
As a hat like Halloween witches wear
graces his upper head

By his side sits a black panther
A band of crimson leather
studded with black metal stars
graces his neck as a tag
belies the fact that the great cat
is actually a black house cat
ensorcelled by magic
to protect his master

The staff itself is unusual
Made of dark wood and blood colored
runes subtlety glow and fade along its length
A golden claw not unlike a lion's
grasps a facted crystal cylinder
whose inner chambers spark and glow at its wielder's command
As thunderbird feathers hang and flap from the base

of the claw from strings of dark thread

A torrent of rain slashes out at the magi
yet he stands firm and allows the winds they drive
whip around and through him
Streaking from angry clouds a bolt of lightning
strikes the tower or would have
If the master had not raised his staff
The electrifying jolt strikes the crystal
Charging it with its mighty fury
Again and Again the lightning flashes
But strikes the crystal and not the sorcerer

And when the final bolt strikes
the wizard waves his hand to dissipate the storm
Banishing the tempest he had summoned but
Returning the overcast skies as he
the Storm Lord and his familiar goes back
into the tower that also functions as a kind of lighthouse

to eat breakfast and start another day

FenrysStar

Darkness Surrounds Me

'Darkness surrounds me,
I hide from the light,
embraced in the shadows,
and held by the night,

Dark knowledge take me,
together take flight,
to realms of ecstasy,
blood and delight.

Writhing bodies,a sea of flesh,
swallow me whole,
in your dark caress.'

-Michael-

Oh beautiful Lucifer

Oh beautiful Lucifer, burning day star
No cold philanthropic Prometheus are you
Lucifer my ardent flame

Satan, some call you
The enemy of their good God
Their God of lies and genocide

Lend me your title grand
And I as Satanist shall stand
In the brilliant flame of you

Enlightenment enrapturement
Liberate us from our fathers fears
Open our hearts to the soul of creation

You gave to me the vision to see
Where ignorant evil lived within me
You taught me the meaning of accountability

You said not a word, but held your lamp high
To illuminate my secret mind
So that I might grow beyond my faults

Your love has healed a part of me hidden
Beneath pain and desires forbidden
You united my shattered soul

No vain promises or empty lies
Of punishment or reward when I die
Only live and love for beauties sake

Let me be known as Satan, enemy of ignorance
I shall bear his hated mantle well
I shall battle, but not with sword

But by loving deeds and hopeful words
To bring a small spark of light
To ease the fear of Goddess Night

Blessed Goddess, of endless night
Whose hidden name is nectar of delight
Grant me your love

I accept the soul of creation
In its many shapes and designs
With loving questions, not accusations

Thank you spirit of creation for lessons shared
For the earth the sea the forest and air
For all I have loved and lost, who can never be
forgotton

Thank you creation for all you have begotton
The good and bad, named only for what brings us joy
Or renders us heartbroken

Accept my love apologies and applause
Blessed miracle of life, darkness and light
Shadows and dreams, beloved oblivion of eternity

Lily Munster


		*Dark Poetry*



		"We are Not Angels" For knowing not only love but lies... and empty promises, and hidden meaning behind every word. The inevitable loss of everything. New eyes would be nice, eyes that see only beauty and never the pain that lies behind everything that is lovely But we are not angels. We are not God’s blind demons with white wings. We are only the lost, the tortured. We are what the world denies, a reminder of the pain that they try to hide from, the death they fear, but we will live with this toxic knowledge with our eyes wide open, no matter how unbearable, and we may wish to die, but we will instead survive, and they will never know our pain, and that it is beautiful in Hell. RTS: Best, Regent Sleep Soul is tired retiring for night Comes a deep nocturnal peaceful flight Death lies deep beneath the earth's crust of it's black wings of undying lust Will I stay or will I leave or should I awake in the dark winter's eve Is it forever or is it for a time We all are existing only on life's dime Ode to sleep my undying love Flying on the wings of a black winged dove The shadows are calling on a dark lit night Awakening deep within my being, not a scary fright Dark shadows are calling me loud and clear Should I listen, should I even hear Answering it's calling feeling it's dark ray But for a little while longer I have to stay Caught in the unwinding web of life Does lead to much perplexing strife But I must stay for a time, then I shall sleep Deeply, deeply in the dark ocean's deep Written by "MWL" © Copyright 2006, All Rights Reserved The Wizard On a round platform miles above the stony ground of an island constantly buffeted by the waves A figure in black leans heavily on a wooden staff Black Boots cover his feet Black pants protect his legs from the stinging winds A tunic of night engulfs his arms and torso leading down to his knees in two square cut pieces that flip in the wind A large satchel graces his right hip; its strap laying across his chest like a bandolier over his left shoulder Face and hands bared to the elements As a hat like Halloween witches wear graces his upper head By his side sits a black panther A band of crimson leather studded with black metal stars graces his neck as a tag belies the fact that the great cat is actually a black house cat ensorcelled by magic to protect his master The staff itself is unusual Made of dark wood and blood colored runes subtlety glow and fade along its length A golden claw not unlike a lion's grasps a facted crystal cylinder whose inner chambers spark and glow at its wielder's command As thunderbird feathers hang and flap from the base of the claw from strings of dark thread A torrent of rain slashes out at the magi yet he stands firm and allows the winds they drive whip around and through him Streaking from angry clouds a bolt of lightning strikes the tower or would have If the master had not raised his staff The electrifying jolt strikes the crystal Charging it with its mighty fury Again and Again the lightning flashes But strikes the crystal and not the sorcerer And when the final bolt strikes the wizard waves his hand to dissipate the storm Banishing the tempest he had summoned but Returning the overcast skies as he the Storm Lord and his familiar goes back into the tower that also functions as a kind of lighthouse to eat breakfast and start another day FenrysStar Darkness Surrounds Me 'Darkness surrounds me, I hide from the light, embraced in the shadows, and held by the night, Dark knowledge take me, together take flight, to realms of ecstasy, blood and delight. Writhing bodies,a sea of flesh, swallow me whole, in your dark caress.' -Michael- Oh beautiful Lucifer Oh beautiful Lucifer, burning day star No cold philanthropic Prometheus are you Lucifer my ardent flame Satan, some call you The enemy of their good God Their God of lies and genocide Lend me your title grand And I as Satanist shall stand In the brilliant flame of you Enlightenment enrapturement Liberate us from our fathers fears Open our hearts to the soul of creation You gave to me the vision to see Where ignorant evil lived within me You taught me the meaning of accountability You said not a word, but held your lamp high To illuminate my secret mind So that I might grow beyond my faults Your love has healed a part of me hidden Beneath pain and desires forbidden You united my shattered soul No vain promises or empty lies Of punishment or reward when I die Only live and love for beauties sake Let me be known as Satan, enemy of ignorance I shall bear his hated mantle well I shall battle, but not with sword But by loving deeds and hopeful words To bring a small spark of light To ease the fear of Goddess Night Blessed Goddess, of endless night Whose hidden name is nectar of delight Grant me your love I accept the soul of creation In its many shapes and designs With loving questions, not accusations Thank you spirit of creation for lessons shared For the earth the sea the forest and air For all I have loved and lost, who can never be forgotton Thank you creation for all you have begotton The good and bad, named only for what brings us joy Or renders us heartbroken Accept my love apologies and applause Blessed miracle of life, darkness and light Shadows and dreams, beloved oblivion of eternity Lily Munster





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