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Child of Chaos
- Child of Chaos -
I am the Child of Chaos,
Creativity is my gift and tool.
What I create, I build for us!
I am a queen, not a fool.
Bow and I shall bid you stand,
Then stand and I will make you fly!
This I promise, and command:
Everything changes, below and on high.
The moon that is blackest, the night without stars,
Cannot contain my passion, nor hamper my delight.
I am a child of Venus, and I am also a child of Mars!
For in my bosom lies darkness equal to sweet light.
My eyes pierce the shadows; my heart feels time…
Pulsing and racing, sometimes slowing in a rhythm!
Like a lover giving one final gasp of ecstasy sublime,
All bursting with emotions, both without and within!
This is how magic begins, how my spells are cast…
With passion, and madness, sometimes with verse.
I am a child of Chaos; the old order shall not last,
Before it is torn down, with a glory long rehearsed.
When the moon is blackest, the night with no glow,
And the Dragon is seen in the heavens once again…
Will then mankind learn; will then they at last know?
I have come to divide many, many more to defend.
Follow me into Hell for that way lies: our paradise!
First must come Chaos, before a new order rises.
Your leaders deceive you, with promises and lies,
And there is more to reality than anyone surmises.
Night and day, in cycles come and go,
Seasons change, with heat born from snow.
Water, gives way to fire’s passionate glow,
As mankind’s fears, give way, to woe.
But flowers can replace sharp swords!
I am not here to do ease with clever words,
My duty: is not to entertain, mindless herds.
Slumber, binds, awakening cuts cords.
Open your eyes; be by light consoled!
I bring, the rose of illumination to your soul,
Accept me if you chose, and regain control.
Be sheep no more; from lead be gold.
It is my season now, as old seasons pass into dust,
And I shall bring it to bear with ferocity unbound…
For I cannot: not be meek to gain a mortal’s trust.
Time enough for meekness in the grave’s ground!
Live for me, love me; bleed for me if you have to,
But I will remain the goddess and angel you need…
Rather than any savior your prayers craved, true!
My words carry meaning, in every secret a seed.
What I plant today shall bear fruit in ages unborn,
For even now I touch souls with hands so certain.
I am building the foundations for a distant morn…
But: one drawing ever nearer, to part the curtain,
Which many live behind, never seeing the whole!
I bring the unseen to you, whilst I open your eyes.
Through me, we shall restore what the gods stole,
And this starless night will pass, amidst the cries!
Shrieks of they: who could not face our new sun.
Let them remain in the darkness, doom befallen…
But it will never change the work that was begun.
A garden shall bloom, with fragrance and pollen!
Everything changes, below and on high,
This I promise, and command.
Now stand and I will make you fly!
Bow and I shall bid you stand.
I am a queen, not a fool.
What I create, I build for us!
Creativity is my gift and tool,
I am the Child of Chaos.
I am the Child of Chaos,
Creativity is my gift and tool.
What I create, I build for us!
I am a queen, not a fool.
Bow and I shall bid you stand,
Then stand and I will make you fly!
This I promise, and command:
Everything changes, below and on high.
The moon that is blackest, the night without stars,
Cannot contain my passion, nor hamper my delight.
I am a child of Venus, and I am also a child of Mars!
For in my bosom lies darkness equal to sweet light.
My eyes pierce the shadows; my heart feels time…
Pulsing and racing, sometimes slowing in a rhythm!
Like a lover giving one final gasp of ecstasy sublime,
All bursting with emotions, both without and within!
This is how magic begins, how my spells are cast…
With passion, and madness, sometimes with verse.
I am a child of Chaos; the old order shall not last,
Before it is torn down, with a glory long rehearsed.
When the moon is blackest, the night with no glow,
And the Dragon is seen in the heavens once again…
Will then mankind learn; will then they at last know?
I have come to divide many, many more to defend.
Follow me into Hell for that way lies: our paradise!
First must come Chaos, before a new order rises.
Your leaders deceive you, with promises and lies,
And there is more to reality than anyone surmises.
Night and day, in cycles come and go,
Seasons change, with heat born from snow.
Water, gives way to fire’s passionate glow,
As mankind’s fears, give way, to woe.
But flowers can replace sharp swords!
I am not here to do ease with clever words,
My duty: is not to entertain, mindless herds.
Slumber, binds, awakening cuts cords.
Open your eyes; be by light consoled!
I bring, the rose of illumination to your soul,
Accept me if you chose, and regain control.
Be sheep no more; from lead be gold.
It is my season now, as old seasons pass into dust,
And I shall bring it to bear with ferocity unbound…
For I cannot: not be meek to gain a mortal’s trust.
Time enough for meekness in the grave’s ground!
Live for me, love me; bleed for me if you have to,
But I will remain the goddess and angel you need…
Rather than any savior your prayers craved, true!
My words carry meaning, in every secret a seed.
What I plant today shall bear fruit in ages unborn,
For even now I touch souls with hands so certain.
I am building the foundations for a distant morn…
But: one drawing ever nearer, to part the curtain,
Which many live behind, never seeing the whole!
I bring the unseen to you, whilst I open your eyes.
Through me, we shall restore what the gods stole,
And this starless night will pass, amidst the cries!
Shrieks of they: who could not face our new sun.
Let them remain in the darkness, doom befallen…
But it will never change the work that was begun.
A garden shall bloom, with fragrance and pollen!
Everything changes, below and on high,
This I promise, and command.
Now stand and I will make you fly!
Bow and I shall bid you stand.
I am a queen, not a fool.
What I create, I build for us!
Creativity is my gift and tool,
I am the Child of Chaos.
Published 17th Jun 2013
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Anonymous
19th Jun 2013 8:40am
A very strong write, dear Jessica! This poem for me, is about a transformation, a process of growth and restoring of strength, much enjoyed this wonderful write!
22nd Jun 2013 3:34am
I am happy you enjoyed my poem, dear sister! Indeed, the themes you noticed are all a part of this poem's greater tapestries and make it a rather deep read, and one I am glad to have shared with you and indeed with all of Deep Underground. :D
6th Jul 2013 2:22am
"I bring, the rose of illumination to your soul."
That is such a beautiful line, Jessica! I love your vocabulary choices and phrases. You have such a way with words! I feel your passion in ever line, every stanza, and through the whole poem.
A most magnificent write indeed!!!
That is such a beautiful line, Jessica! I love your vocabulary choices and phrases. You have such a way with words! I feel your passion in ever line, every stanza, and through the whole poem.
A most magnificent write indeed!!!
9th Jul 2013 7:17am
My thanks, Jezzikah! I have been enjoying reading your lovely comments on my poems of late, and I am very happy that my poems have been giving you much reading enjoyment as well. Indeed, I always try to find the words that best suit the meaning of the poem and the emotions and feelings, and images too, that I try to convey in each poem. As I always say, I write from the heart, so it always comes from deep places within me, and what emerges is poetry that I am always happy to share. :)
