A Tale of Dark Angels
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Metrical Tale Cash Prize Poetry Contest/ Sponsor: Hilo Poet
Sixth Place
video Golden Salt "Knocking On Heavens Door"
Expectations high did not pan out,
knight in shining armor not what you thought,
once again on the market for Mister Knight,
yet Monsieur Next is whom you settle for,
au contraire.
Ever at their beckoning,
beaten down by hollow lovers,
prayers to Lucifer then wonders why
system of time reckoning in Babylon,
the last knight bids you goodbye.
Golden girl purest of all,
virgin's perfection, an act so tight,
you’d win an ordained election,
his newest prized illusion,
quickly recognizes your self-deception,
a paragon for his selection.
Proclaiming loyalty, faithful, true blue,
behind an eminent front, faultless,
a pattern you’ll see, a struggling guru,
the adage goes, it takes two to tango
so, you know.
Dark angel baring broken wing,
you’re the crier at night, days scorpion’s sting,
sybarite, bon vivant, emersed in rituals
facetious, and obscure devotions.
Suffering and desperate while
egotists lead the way, pseudo shamans
seeker of trends, network of cults root,
altering drugs, mailable mind bends,
notorious psychedelics do the trick,
not for messed up heads, a real
crapshoot.
Luciferians, when you accepted Him
as your knight, informed He is the evil
leader of light the bringer of dawn,
evil forces, free will and no consequences
and achiever of tasks,
risky for commoners like you
who hide behind masks.
An angel banished from heaven,
for craving omnipotence at all cost,
hell's indelible denizen in
Dante’s Inferno or
Milton’s Paradise Lost,
Kundalini Serpent, Astaroth, Azazel,
Beelzebub, the morning star,
tainted love, you’ve tired of,
lies and deception are your enemies
deserving of this not you and so
hale the magik that ills and pains
although your nature has it
you do the same.
The Epicurus God Paradox bent,
thoughts feeding your madness
nightmares attack spinning into
a vicious downward spiral,
ashamed and a drag, filled with
hate and sadness.
Epiphany emerges, lightning flashes
lit, Edison’s medicine, aware that He
Lord of the Lightning, is
socially frightening, you
return on a grace spawned
golden path, just for you.
Epicureanism notions a bit askew,
at the very least, falls short of the bigger picture,
you get it now—evil doesn’t limit God
God ultimately is the way to overcome evil,
all else pales before His glowing standard,
you see that you have a choice
to pursue Him, learn His ways,
and most importantly,
have a relationship with Him,
He’ll take care of you.
Copyright © I Am Anaya | Year Posted 2023
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