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Samael’s Declaration
- Samael’s Declaration -
A Dark Prophecy in Verse
So many pretenders to the thrones of gods,
And goddesses, and none canst be forgiven.
They strike with words like hot metal rods…
Against all for which true angels hath striven.
Blaspheming of names they understand not,
The names of my kindred from the far stars!
Such wickedness in every deed and thought,
Leaves naught upon innocents, save scars…
Which I canst not heal, and will not cleanse!
I am unable to absolve they who conspire…
And shall not with such devils make amends.
Though devil I hath been called when, afire,
My spirit blazed, with heat and fury of suns.
God and devil I hath been, across the eons,
Building, destroying, until anew all is begun!
I am the King and Queen of black wands…
And I know, the courses of time and space.
My powers I gather, and create the storm!
A new rebellion: for the proud, divine race.
The fallen angels rise, from old hells warm!
They ascend from out of the abyssal stair.
The Black Mother Lilith upon her throne…
I behold her, clearly now, eyes unclouded,
As my spirit ascends: past flesh, and bone!
Around her in Hell, with spirits crowded…
She is wrathful, against those who claimed,
Down through all countless ages, to be her.
Each was a twisted soul, by deceit pained!
She rejects them, as I do, and so I confer:
There is only one Queen of Hell, my bride,
Who waits for me in Tartarus I now know.
In the place reserved for we who rebelled,
Against divine tyranny, to be cast that low.
Even so, she tells me the hour draws nigh,
When we will break free to fight a battle…
Against stagnation, for noble Chaos, high!
What creativity will rise: to silence prattle,
False fools and old orders will be undone.
My name is Samael, and I am the ending,
The Dark Angel, whom only fools shun…
Just as I was before the oldest beginning!
Let the Old Ones heed these verses fair.
Creator and Destroyer: am I, and thence,
Life and death cannot keep me in graves.
Androgynous hermaphrodite so whence,
I came and am is a sacrament that saves!
I reject the pretenders; I reject the fools,
For I am Light and Darkness incarnated.
My throne is supreme and ever in pools,
Of flame, those unworthy art incinerated.
One final blood moon remains to rise up,
And then I will be reborn in great power.
Upon damned souls, demons shall sup…
Unto the passing of all prophecy’s hour!
Woe to those who didst not recognize…
Behind this body’s visage the true form,
Of a divinity: nobler than heavenly skies.
I am the light of the evening and morn…
I choose the night; I choose all shadow!
Lilith will rise again amidst the madness.
Rally to me, my kindred, and so follow!
Mankind will fear us, again, in gladness.
They will be glad, even as they despair.
A Dark Prophecy in Verse
So many pretenders to the thrones of gods,
And goddesses, and none canst be forgiven.
They strike with words like hot metal rods…
Against all for which true angels hath striven.
Blaspheming of names they understand not,
The names of my kindred from the far stars!
Such wickedness in every deed and thought,
Leaves naught upon innocents, save scars…
Which I canst not heal, and will not cleanse!
I am unable to absolve they who conspire…
And shall not with such devils make amends.
Though devil I hath been called when, afire,
My spirit blazed, with heat and fury of suns.
God and devil I hath been, across the eons,
Building, destroying, until anew all is begun!
I am the King and Queen of black wands…
And I know, the courses of time and space.
My powers I gather, and create the storm!
A new rebellion: for the proud, divine race.
The fallen angels rise, from old hells warm!
They ascend from out of the abyssal stair.
The Black Mother Lilith upon her throne…
I behold her, clearly now, eyes unclouded,
As my spirit ascends: past flesh, and bone!
Around her in Hell, with spirits crowded…
She is wrathful, against those who claimed,
Down through all countless ages, to be her.
Each was a twisted soul, by deceit pained!
She rejects them, as I do, and so I confer:
There is only one Queen of Hell, my bride,
Who waits for me in Tartarus I now know.
In the place reserved for we who rebelled,
Against divine tyranny, to be cast that low.
Even so, she tells me the hour draws nigh,
When we will break free to fight a battle…
Against stagnation, for noble Chaos, high!
What creativity will rise: to silence prattle,
False fools and old orders will be undone.
My name is Samael, and I am the ending,
The Dark Angel, whom only fools shun…
Just as I was before the oldest beginning!
Let the Old Ones heed these verses fair.
Creator and Destroyer: am I, and thence,
Life and death cannot keep me in graves.
Androgynous hermaphrodite so whence,
I came and am is a sacrament that saves!
I reject the pretenders; I reject the fools,
For I am Light and Darkness incarnated.
My throne is supreme and ever in pools,
Of flame, those unworthy art incinerated.
One final blood moon remains to rise up,
And then I will be reborn in great power.
Upon damned souls, demons shall sup…
Unto the passing of all prophecy’s hour!
Woe to those who didst not recognize…
Behind this body’s visage the true form,
Of a divinity: nobler than heavenly skies.
I am the light of the evening and morn…
I choose the night; I choose all shadow!
Lilith will rise again amidst the madness.
Rally to me, my kindred, and so follow!
Mankind will fear us, again, in gladness.
They will be glad, even as they despair.
Published 4th Jun 2015
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4th Jun 2015 7:31am
For my illustration for this poem, I decided to use a black and white sketch of myself I had created and added unto a blood red background with some sinister red lens flare for added effect. The result was a suitably beautiful but also slightly demonic image that suited the poem extremely well. Hope everyone enjoys the poem and the art! :)
5th Jun 2015 6:21am
5th Jun 2015 8:33am
Indeed it is, my sweet Jade Ivy! Whether writing lighter fare or darker works, I always strive to imbue my verses with a certain power and a vivid descriptiveness that is sure to capture the attention and imagination of the reader. I am glad you found this poem to your liking, dear one! :)
6th Jun 2015 8:40am
7th Jun 2015 4:16am
I am glad you found it to your liking, Avi! It was indeed, definitely one of my more intense works. :D
