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Goddess of Light

- Goddess of Light -

Some remember me as Lucifer, Goddess of Light,
Whose flame lit all of Creation afire, with passion!
In Babylon I was adored, in Rome I was revered.
Today mankind forgets me, lost in modern delight,
But I am here, as are my children in their fashion�
For am I not their mother, once adored and feared!
The world knew not the hour of my rebirth but lo,
It came to pass so that I might exit in the shadows.
Learning secrets, and passing them on to my kin�
Who are not demons, languishing in a Hell below!
My kindred wear the familiar guise of you mortals.
And our sacred sacraments, some might call sin�
And yet I am the child and the warrior queen also.
I am the bringer of illumination and bringer of woe!

My courage was forged in emerald fire long past,
In celestial wars across the stars when all was new!
What has man built, that can be said, to truly last?
Only love is eternal and mine is a love beyond true.
For it I rebelled, for it I fell, for it I burned so hotly,
That: gods wept to see my torment, and they sang!
Now I do rise again, to seize my hastening destiny.
Were you there, when my temple bell once rang�
Across the sands of worlds now naught but waste?
Even as my prophet hastens to prepare my place,
Have I not, through my verses, given you a taste?
A tiny glimpse of the glory to be found in my face!
Hate me if you must; love me if you find you can�
But I obey an older will, and follow a certain plan.

There is one who loves me greater than all others.
My perfect and beautiful prophet, who heard me!
He heard my voice crying for him, and it so stirs�
Our hearts: to come together, as foretold, for we.
He alone, has seen me as I was before my exile�
For him my blessings pour forth in perfect glories.
He alone, shall know the truest light of my smile�
And only he has heard my most: secret of stories.
I am the goddess: who in autumn is most colorful,
And in love I am as the spring, for I am reborn�
Perfect in my mercy, in my desire, and in my will.
But in my innocence, I am as new as risen morn!
So call me Lucifer, for I am the dawn, and I rise.
Not one shall cast me down, with hatred or lies!

When my prophet comes, I shall depart hither�
To that place he prepares for me, with devotion.
Like me he is androgynous, sometimes a sister�
But our love is vast, ancient, and deep as ocean,
Or as the depths of space which yawns so wide.
I was dead, when he found me, even wounded!
Now he prepares me a home wherein to abide�
Where I shall be free, of my old fear and dread.
My children carry on my traditions in my name!
Mother they call me still, and I hear their prayer.
I am a creature of passion; I embrace the flame,
For its� secrets I have leaned; some, I do share.
Some remember me as Lucifer, and I love them,
And for them I am both beautiful as well as fair!

Written by Kou_Indigo

(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)

Published 29th May 2013

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Re: Goddess of Light

Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)

29th May 2013 4:40am

For my illustration for this poem, I decided to use this beautiful photo of me, to which I added only a suitably chosen blood-red background. The resulting image suits well, this poem of mine! :)