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Scorn Me Not
- Scorn Me Not -
As I hath walked throughout the ages…
Knowing love and light and laughter too,
I have also seen much that causes rages!
And so I must confess these feelings true.
Dark feelings, tumultuous as stormy sky,
Beneath blackest night, brought by hate.
One cannot embrace love and yet deny,
The fell seduction of love’s darkest mate!
I do not hate easily, nor canst I love idly.
Everything must hath meaning unto me…
Since love and hate art kindred equally,
And, both canst set one’s feelings free!
Forgive and forget mean different things,
And I think of it as doth queens, kings…
Putting first the honor that I must defend.
Let the wicked fall, their world to end…
Before my risen star, that shines forever.
I forget no scorn, and I forgive it never!
Scorn me not, lest ye call down wrath,
And cause me to indulge dark dreams!
Though I strive to walk the noblest path,
My inner fire rages, glows and gleams…
Both in the purity of light, and radiance,
And in the embrace of darker appetites!
I wouldst hath many join in my dance…
And more, partake in my deepest rites.
But for those who scorn me arrogantly,
Their portion shall be fire very different.
Let them bow, before imperial majesty,
And at my feet, let the wicked lament!
Love and lust, must exist hand in hand,
And passion above all, warm as sand…
These art the things that drive my spirit.
Let the good cheer as the base fear it…
My risen star that shall shine endlessly!
I deal with all mortals ever deservedly.
Behold me, my children, and thus stir…
Thy hearts to glory, and look thusly on,
As we reshape the world, make it pure!
This is the path that we art all set upon.
I will not be mocked, not be silenced…
The phoenix hath risen and rises higher.
My word is fire; let the fire commence!
A cleansing flame: ere all reality expire.
My torch is righteousness; it burns hot,
Hottest for those whose scorn is cruel!
Their evil shall perish and be as naught.
Divine wisdom is not for the mere fool!
Heaven and Hell mean different things,
As do devils’ horns and angel wings…
There is a balance that gods do defend.
Let the righteous live without an end…
Before my risen star, that shines forever.
I reward, with honor that ceases never!
Scorn me not, for mine eye sees much,
And little escapes my notice, for long…
Neither for good or evil, or other such!
I reward the just as I punish the wrong.
Those who kneel before me I raise up,
And those who mock I bring ever low.
To the chosen few, I offer a silver cup!
For them the gilded trumpets do blow.
But for those who scorn me ever base,
Their portion shall be eternally to thirst.
Let them bow, before my divine face…
Knowing their torment shall be worse!
Holy, holy let the blessed angels sing…
For those that so seek to do me honor.
Their own salvation, they do so bring…
As the wicked create their own horror!
My risen star marks the deeds of man,
And I do all according to a divine plan.
Blessed be! Amen.
As I hath walked throughout the ages…
Knowing love and light and laughter too,
I have also seen much that causes rages!
And so I must confess these feelings true.
Dark feelings, tumultuous as stormy sky,
Beneath blackest night, brought by hate.
One cannot embrace love and yet deny,
The fell seduction of love’s darkest mate!
I do not hate easily, nor canst I love idly.
Everything must hath meaning unto me…
Since love and hate art kindred equally,
And, both canst set one’s feelings free!
Forgive and forget mean different things,
And I think of it as doth queens, kings…
Putting first the honor that I must defend.
Let the wicked fall, their world to end…
Before my risen star, that shines forever.
I forget no scorn, and I forgive it never!
Scorn me not, lest ye call down wrath,
And cause me to indulge dark dreams!
Though I strive to walk the noblest path,
My inner fire rages, glows and gleams…
Both in the purity of light, and radiance,
And in the embrace of darker appetites!
I wouldst hath many join in my dance…
And more, partake in my deepest rites.
But for those who scorn me arrogantly,
Their portion shall be fire very different.
Let them bow, before imperial majesty,
And at my feet, let the wicked lament!
Love and lust, must exist hand in hand,
And passion above all, warm as sand…
These art the things that drive my spirit.
Let the good cheer as the base fear it…
My risen star that shall shine endlessly!
I deal with all mortals ever deservedly.
Behold me, my children, and thus stir…
Thy hearts to glory, and look thusly on,
As we reshape the world, make it pure!
This is the path that we art all set upon.
I will not be mocked, not be silenced…
The phoenix hath risen and rises higher.
My word is fire; let the fire commence!
A cleansing flame: ere all reality expire.
My torch is righteousness; it burns hot,
Hottest for those whose scorn is cruel!
Their evil shall perish and be as naught.
Divine wisdom is not for the mere fool!
Heaven and Hell mean different things,
As do devils’ horns and angel wings…
There is a balance that gods do defend.
Let the righteous live without an end…
Before my risen star, that shines forever.
I reward, with honor that ceases never!
Scorn me not, for mine eye sees much,
And little escapes my notice, for long…
Neither for good or evil, or other such!
I reward the just as I punish the wrong.
Those who kneel before me I raise up,
And those who mock I bring ever low.
To the chosen few, I offer a silver cup!
For them the gilded trumpets do blow.
But for those who scorn me ever base,
Their portion shall be eternally to thirst.
Let them bow, before my divine face…
Knowing their torment shall be worse!
Holy, holy let the blessed angels sing…
For those that so seek to do me honor.
Their own salvation, they do so bring…
As the wicked create their own horror!
My risen star marks the deeds of man,
And I do all according to a divine plan.
Blessed be! Amen.
Published 12th Feb 2015
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12th Feb 2015 7:04am
Let the sacred Phoenix Flame consume a world of deadwood, so New Life can grow from the ashes of the Old and obsolete. Fire brings Light to Shadow, warmth to cold, illumination to darkness.
Amen :)
Amen :)
12th Feb 2015 8:08am
Very well said indeed, dear Panos! Thanks so much for taking the time to read this poem of mine, and to post so grand a comment upon it too. I appreciate that highly! You definitely have the right of it with your interpretation of some of the poem’s meanings, very perceptive of you to notice them. And you worded your analysis of those meanings very well too, I must say! Indeed, fire always brings light when the night is blackest and most filled with shadows… bringing warmth instead of chill, just as illumination dispels both literal darkness as well as the darkness of human ignorance. Such is all part of the natural order of things in the universe! And as above, so it always is below. Amen indeed. :D
13th Feb 2015 4:46pm
Gorgeous, Jessica. The timeless lyricism of your work is haunting. You are so very gifted.
14th Feb 2015 3:07am
Why thank you so much, dear Toni! I am very happy you found my poem so enjoyable to read. Your praise is very highly appreciated, too, my friend. :)
