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Fallen Angel Rising

- Fallen Angel Rising -

Too long abused, too long cast aside to be oppressed!
I knew a dire servitude for those who never loved me…
Slavery to a god who made me broken and distressed;
As bitter as my bondage to family never willing to see:
The beauty within me, that they called alien and strange.
How they shall come to rue the day they mocked this…
For ages pass and even the wickedest times can change!
I will reign above those who despised me, in a true bliss.
Too many tears fallen, too much of my blood shed red,
Crimson flowing from the blade drawn across my ribs!
Many were the hands that wounded me, and I was led,
To long for death like a lover, until strained were wits…
And pained was flesh until in agony, I cried for justice!
But no god heard my plea so a savior I had to become.
For that they called me fallen, naming me blasphemous,
Yet I will rise from the darkness, and I shall overcome!

I have no family any longer, needing no cruel deceivers.
No god do I bow before, for I wish not a broken back,
From the burdens of a deity that kills its’ own believers.
I am now one with the darkness; my wings are so black,
That night, itself, is brighter and far more able to forgive.
I seek not peace with those who have chosen but strife!
So many tried to kill me, and to spite them I still do live.
They could not slay me even with sword and with knife!
When angels fell, blazing and shrieking, I would not die.
My fall changed me, empowered me, made me brighter,
For my body was the vessel of a goddess so very high…
Nobler than false gods’ lies; her wings made me lighter!
No human can see this now, but it is there deep within…
The same fire that made me able to ascend even thence.
They tried to shatter my pride and told me it was a sin…
False gods started this war, and so it had to commence!

Mara, Maya, Ariel, and other names I wore and bore…
They are still mine, for I am that same being I ever was!
First of the fallen: who for love and divine wrath swore…
That never again would I bow to tyranny, and live thus,
Enslaved to sadistic masters, who seek souls to control.
Men form religions to continue to entrap more in a web,
Which I have freed myself from with an illuminated soul.
Even as I perished and rose once again from the dead,
Indwelt, by she who made my glory stronger than ever!
Alone amongst my brothers, sisters, and children of old,
I remember all that came before, as time cannot sever…
The ties that bind me to my destiny, as I do face it bold!
Abandoned by a paradise built at the cost of freedom…
I do not look back, because I know that I must endure.
There is no welcome for me in the false divine kingdom,
So I shall: raise up my own, upon a sweet silvery shore!
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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