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Queen of Demons

- Queen of Demons -
Based on some of my past-life memories�

Mara was my name in a primordial cycle of time,
Queen of Demons they named me, most fearfully.
My faceless priests sang songs of me so sublime,
That: their music pierced even the veils of reality�
Whilst across their dead planet, my beauty shone.
I, in exile from domains beyond even their seeing,
Was, to them, a goddess beyond flesh and bone!
Before my divinity lesser gods were sent fleeing�
And my people loved me, as I did reign supreme.
The black armor I wore became their holy relic�
Which awakened in them my truths within dream.
Truths that sparked the inferno of divine conflict!

Maya was another of my names, and of illusion�
I created wisdom, in the hearts of my fallen flock.
A child of chaos was I, freeing many of delusion,
Before the count of days began upon the clock�
I recognized no power higher than my own glory.
My heart was jealous for the love of my kindred,
And from that madness a storm grew unto fury�
Until even gods did so fall: to sup, with the dead!
Though my forms changed through the centuries,
Still am I she, who roused rebel angels unto war!
Vowing to remain free, and to keep our liberties.
I was wanton, in a way, often playing the whore!

Embodying desire, becoming passion incarnate�
I brought the planet nearest Heaven to its� doom.
Many were the gods, who embraced a dark fate,
When the flower of my light grew to a full bloom!
And now I am mortal, torn from severe heights�
Because of pride, jealousy, and passion so entire,
That I burned too hotly and knew Hell�s delights!
Now love is all I crave, with my passionate fire�
For even the Queen of Demons can crave peace.
Knowing this, I have achieved a kind of serenity,
Beautiful and terrible, yet also as pure as fleece�
And, in my own way, I shall reign for all eternity!

Written by Kou_Indigo

(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)

Published 11th Aug 2012 | Edited 23rd Feb 2013

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Re: Queen of Demons

Anonymous

11th Aug 2012 4:44pm

That: their music pierced even the veils of reality�
Whilst across their dead planet, my beauty shone.
I, in exile from domains beyond even their seeing,
Was, to them, a goddess beyond flesh and bone!

Love that part nice work

Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)

13th Aug 2012 11:55pm

I am glad you liked that part! To me, music has a great deal of power as well as beauty to it... and of old, it was even sacred and said to be loved by the gods themselves. Apollo and his lyre is one such example, and Pan and his pipes is another. Music can express many things... in this poem it expresses beauty, glory, and divinity. But it can also express passion, love, and simple humanity at other times. Music and poetry have ever gone hand in hand. ;)