sleeping with the devil

So enchanted by the charm
dark and lustful for all that
was labeled as harm
take me in your darkness
i willingly commit myself

I cannot buy into the white light
redemption under the cross
I will not confess my sins
to a church that falsely forgives.
i will not say I am not
perfect. I know what I am.

the herbs, crystals, spells
surround me. the energy
overcomes me. I am wanton
for more. this is self gratification.
evidence for effort put in.
The gods I bend a knee for
answer me when I go deep
within. There is no sit and wait.

the good book would define
me as sleeping with the devil.
I may have on occasion,
but he offers no other gift
of gratitude. no proof of his
gratification. Just expectation
of actions in servitude.
expected of a match made
when time itself was created.

My horned king, villianized
ever veiled in shadows
a tyrant of evil forces
so the cross commands as truth.
lies they spread bleed through
give the rightful heir
the ugliest face, mar him
slander him in disgrace
he yet rises up again
the cross cannot erase
his mighty name.

Bathed in moonlight
baring my flesh
perfection and every shame
proclaiming my allegiance
to the darkest of kings.
his mighty power
master of my soul as he
is with all things.
long live my king.

sleeping with the devil
as he dances with me.




Poetry by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2018-10-03 at 09:37

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