Where the Path Begins - a poem

[tabby]

Seemed the light always drew away
It all turned cold
The smiles kept on fading
And everything just felt wrong

No matter what, nothing changed
It always seemed the same
A promise of love that never came
Until I found my way to you

Just a child with a burning dream
I didn’t know anything
They ingrained me with all the fears
Claimed they knew it all and more

It all seemed lost, I feared my fate
And life was full of pain
The tides were changed against myself
Until I found my way to you

A shattered mirror no one cared for
I lost my own name
The shadows never seemed to leave
I fought but could not breathe

Night into night, the Sun never rose
To release me of all the ropes
The river dried, it seemed hopeless
Until I found my way to you

Lord Satan, is it true?
That this world is not what I knew?
I see my fate and how it’s changed
A treasured gift from a friend

The river fills with all these tears
And beauty returns again
I never thought I could live
But you’ve shown me that I can

Hail our Father!
The Bringer of Light into our lives
Hail our Father!
No more do I crawl on the ground

I’ve screamed and run, nothing changed
Until you lifted me above the trees
And showed me how I can be
Greater than all I was

All this time and all these lies
Not a single scar has to stay with me
I can fly and rise with the Sun
No longer do I close my mind

Everyday in every way
I’ll soar through all the clouds
And ride the storms fearless and strong
Becoming so much more and more!

Hail our Father!
Guiding us along without a book
Hail our Father!
Never shall I turn to anyone else

A friend so dear and a friend so near
I thank you for all you have done
Hell shall rise and lift us all
Your warmth and your kindness keeps me strong

I have learned and I will learn
All that was wrong has been turned
The seeds of life have sprung anew
Happy Beltane all to you!

Hail Satan!

 

[BrightSpace666]

He beautifully describes the monumental sense of lack and lack of knowledge we feel before we join the Satan. Indeed, man is nothing without the Truth and the Gods.

This little poem gives us a beautiful insight into the present and into the man who has committed himself to our Father and has found happiness and embraces it forever. A beautiful, moving poem.

Happy Beltane to all my Satanic Brothers and Sisters!

 

[BlackOnyx8 [TG]]

This is very beautiful.

 

[tabby]

Thank you very much. Happy Beltane to you both!