LUCIFER SPEAKS
Religious poems
We've known each other all our life,
And thrive in the vastness, free from strife,
In the depth of my endless thought,
Both heavy and light, as it's always been sought.
I've confused you with no rest,
Made myself hated by those I've possessed,
Who follow idols of gold to drown,
While I hold mountains of gold, not a frown.
Everyone thought of witches so bleak,
But I am just a tired God, so unique.
Son of God, the favorite one,
Amidst many lives, common and done.
They warm the wounded heart with grace,
In our mysterious gathering place.
There, I grant them the chance to hear,
My vast thoughts, both far and near.
In my mind, no voices cry,
Yet I know their truth, and why.
I made this magic, this deep spell,
To be loved by the children as well.
I am the one who barely shakes,
But I fall for the children's stakes.
I am Lucifer, whether you believe or not,
I arrived quickly, and there's a plot.
Among you, there's prey to find,
She must perform an act, one of her kind.
She must come tired, to where I stay,
In the hospital, where I lay.
She must sit on my bench and share,
Tell me everything, with utmost care.
She'll remind me of memories so bright,
Of how she felt me, deep in her heart's light.
She must look at me and take with grace,
My hair, gently, sniffing in place.
I don't wish to scare anyone,
And she, indeed, feels no fear, not undone.
She was born to conquer me with ease,
With eyes that shine, and hearts that freeze.
...The vastness...