What does a demon most desire?

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The biggest trick
That has been played
On Us

Was convincing Us
That the lizard minded people
Do not Exist
Only in Myths
That we call
Demons

A demon craves what’s pure and true,
The light inside, the soul in you,
It binds with whispers, dark and sweet,
To steal the ground beneath your feet,
Under the spell, you’re lost in flame,
A burning pull, a wicked game,
It feeds on fears, it drinks your cries,
Yet hides beneath its charming guise,
But light remains, though dim it seems,
A spark within your deepest dreams,
To break the spell, reclaim your voice,
Stand tall in love—your strongest choice,
For demons fall where courage stands,
Their power fades in fearless hands,
Your heart, your will, a shield of fire,
Will vanquish all that they desire.

"Opulence of Human Faults"

In shadowed crypts where no man tread
Where suns hath died and God lies dead
There wakes a wight of fell design
From ages cursed and most malign

Its breath is fire, its gaze a blight
Its form anathema to the light
Yet in its breast, a wound more dire
A longing deep, a hungered pyre

By thirteen runes of blasphemed lore
It sought the realms of Nevermore
Through Tetractys of sacred flame
It whispered thrice the Hidden Name

But heaven’s gates, both locked and barred
Cast down its soul, now torn and marred
No choir sings, no angels weep
For those who sought what none may keep

Oh, bitter wail of hollowed tongue!  
It chants the hymns of stars unstrung
“For where is bliss, and where is pain
If all is false, and naught remain?”  

Its claws do carve the sigils grim
Upon the flesh of seraphim
In blood of saints, it writes its plea
For doors unmade and truths to see

Yet even thus, it gains no peace
Its yearning grows, its writhings cease
For what it seeks is not of life
Nor death, nor end of mortal strife

It craves the void where silence dwells
Beyond the reach of heaven’s bells
A place where time doth fold and break
And all is naught, for naught’s own sake

So doth it roam, ‘neath moonless skies
Its weeping heard where stillness lies
A fiend of longing, cursed to crave
A womb, a grave, beyond the grave

well said

Not sure how to enter this....but this poem does mention pure evil....
I am working on a huge book many poems...  


"It was the war that brought us together"



To fight an unholy fallen seed. No escape from this colossal destiny.
It wasn’t just love but a treaty written thousands
upon thousands of countless aeons ago.

Ancient powers of darkness had beached me and this
would be all that I would know. I had a talent for
enticing and attracting the supernatural. Maybe it was my
perception of the arcane reality before me. The way my mind
had woven it all together with the cryptic elements of nature. In a way
it was my own fault for it had become our engagement.
And in the end would seal any escape from
this untimely and yet so tangibly frightening danger.

So now we are tighter..... 2 souls almost one....
Is that what the war wanted??? Is that what we had to become...
In order to satisfy the parliamentary facets of ambiguity?

As this gauntlet became one. And the intermingling of a
conclave of clandestine unities was undone.
Beyond marriage beyond blood oath! Beyond souls that were
seared. We were literally ordained and fused by greater powers
in which we had no say in. This was the War the true war.
This would be the battle. In which we had met. This would be
the forefront of our unending and incorruptible corruptions of
untenable and unjustifiable debts.

THIS ONE IS FIRE