Birth Of A Star
by Father Leved
of Church Lucifer
Ah Yes! You have joined the Family
and have ridden your midnight steed
across the fancy of the unknown
meadows where the comet seed flows
like oiled silk and the unicorn holds
sway over the Neverlands of delight
as the astral winds power the
clockwork of the universe and the
jabberwocky is feared not in the land
ice cream and cotton candy nebulae
that twirl like sparklers, round and
round, calling the children of our
Dark Lord unto the summerland of
delight. Ah, see the fountain? The
merry-go-round? Happy children
playing? Hear the calliope? Ah!
Here is a place where we can crawl
under the tent flaps and gain engress
unto the house of wonderment where
the mirrors make us tall and short and
wide and laugh!
Hail the Master as He has carried you
through the parting of the veil of
passion into realms of cotton candy nights
where mortal men cannot go, for the
bright lights of darkness would surely
blind them, and they would lose their
way somewhere between the Dog
Star and the Bear.
Yes, gaze upon the pyramidal worlds
of refracting colors that manifest
upon the waters of your fevered
consciousness. Ride your ebon steed
across the crystal bridges, fiery hoof
beats resounding in the astral night as
those in high towers dream and sigh
of your prowess and strength,
desiring you to rise and sweep them
away from their bonds of misery and
futility.
Ah yes, they dream of strong arms
enfolding them, their silken legs
wrapped around, heels locked,
awaiting the fiery comet that shall fill
them with delight. Each drop of
sweat that falleth upon their engorged
nipples, drives them to ranks of
higher passion, until they would
almost turn from the stupidity of their
upbringing and fly away with you to
dine under the astral rainbow where
the children of Lucifer are born...
They dream of these places of passion
and wonder, but as yet will not let go
of the constraints of their years. Sad,
to the uninitiated who tremble in the
darkness of fear, these places are
forbidden by the hushed whispers of
those who go bleat in the night.
Yes, there are those who in their fear
sweat arise and shake their nobby
fists at all that is great and wonderful
in the realms of passion, claiming that
we shall burn in Hell, but that is the
whole idea, for our passion doth burn
and our fire doth light the night! Hail
Father Adnois; Hail Satan; Hail
Lucifer of the thousand suns; Hail
Belial of the solid foundation, and
Hail leviathan, who rocks the waters
of sleep and floats our souls upon the
seas of life.
Those who flail against the straps of
darkness are the fools who struggle
for want of a full heart. For them,
there is no joy, but only the sounds of
the turning pages of fear. They are
drowning, but won't swim to the
surface and clutch the reality of the
wonderment that awaits them in the
land of Nod.
Yes, oh fools! Bury thine heads in
the sands of obscurity as the
whirlwind approacheth! See it spin
and churn, bouncing hither and yon?
Do you fear it will carry you away?
Do you care? Feel the power of the
driving force that spins the All, for
the All is in motion, and it is you, oh
fools who follow a lying book who
are stopped dead, never to rise into
the arms of creation.
Sun drops dance on crystal waters
and refract their delight upon white
walls of the holy places where the
impaired of thought huddle over
greasy candle flames, the acrid smoke
making them gag more than the stale
sweat of their own stupidity. Are we
to bow down before these? Hell no!
They are dung under our feet, and
have nothing we desire. Even their
daughters are unfit to mate. Fools of
fools, thou shalt not invade the
sanctity of my passion and upend my
journey over the black falls into the
abyss which is my long home. I long
for the twin moons of ecstasy that
hover over the astral caves of delight
where I shall spend myself in hopes
of furthering the creation of new
souls who will arise to the call of the
Master!
Hail Father Adonis!
Hail Satan!
Hail Lucifer!
Hail Belial!
Hail Leviathan!
Hail The Black Roses!
Leved
Copyright 1996-2003, Nate Leved, all rights reserved.
"May the Dark Sun light your journey."