Come, O Lucifer!

Come, O Lucifer!
Shining Star, Dawn Star!
Come, O Phosphorus, Hesperus!
Shine light among the living,
Among the dead.
Come, O Lightbringer!
Illuminate and show us enlightenment!
Show us Light in the path of Darkness!

Light and Darkness

Opposites that have existed since the dawn of time
Opposites that we try to define;
Good and just
The other, evil and unjust.
The ‘good’ God,
the other is the ‘evil’ God.
There is co-existence in the good and the evil,
in the Light and the Darkness.
Through this co-existence the forces of Nature function well.
We deny this co-existence,
In fear, and in reverence.
We are sold into the idea that Light and Darkness are enemies.
Thus we make our “world” unbalanced.

Good and Evil are labels.

Notice: I do not mean to offend anyone. This is simply me talking about things I’ve been thinking about for a while. And questions I’ve been pondering on.

Good and Evil are mere labels. For example, Nature gives life, and destroys it. Nature is neither good nor evil. She gives and takes. The Divine are neither good nor evil, they may do good deeds but also do evil deeds that humans do not agree with but this does not make a god or a goddess evil.

This makes a god and goddess as they are, neutral beings. They can be gentle and trusting and they can be destructive and distrustful but that alone does not, nor should not define anything as good and evil.

Humans are the same. They can be gentle, trusting, destructive and distrustful. We should not be defined as good either, nor should we be defined as evil. We. Just. Are.

Everything just is.

But we simply love our labels. Do we honestly need to label our beliefs, or label others? No. But humans have this endearing relationship with labels, making it simply hard to reject the labels because it feels that without them, our world would fall apart. Heck, even I fall victim to the labels! Labels can give the feeling of unity, especially when someone ends up having the same beliefs as you but labels aren’t that all necessary.

And I shall leave you to a few questions you should think about:
Why should you label your beliefs?
Why can’t you just believe what you want without giving it a name?
Why do we need to name religions?
Why can’t we name our own, make it more personal and thus, it’s more fitting for us?
Do we need to fit in a particular box?
Why is it when someone leaves said box, someone tries to pull them back into said box?

Proud Rebel

A silent wanderer
Even if he got punished for what he had done
He believed he was right

To some he is the light-bringer
To others, he is evil.
His name is the Morning Star

A Promethean figure
Like the Titan,
He, too, went up against a tyrant
Stood up for what was right.

We are most like him
Even if we turn away,
Condemn,
Deny.
We still are in the end
Like the Proud Rebel.

Burning Heart, Fire Spirit.

Golden and bright,
emotions sway,
emotions shown through his eyes,
he wasn't the one to show his feelings.
he has a fire,
that won't go out.

His soul is a fighting spirit,
refuses to even step down.
deep inside, he holds affection,
that slowly has shown.

Through his life and yours,
even if there were a thousand blades that were meant to take his life,
he would never give up.
this is caused by his soul,
and his fire,
that burns bright.

And even through death,
even through curses,
even through wishes,
he would stand tall,
and even die,
for the one woman who changed him; changed his outlook on life.

Louis

Er...there's no need to explain this one only that it's about Louis de Pointe du Lac....

To see his pain,
you need to see his complexity.
to see his torment,
you need to understand his grief.
to see the hurt,
you need to understand his fears, his loves.
to see his sorrow,
you need to understand his reasons.

To see his dark side,
you need to understand his happiness.
on the hour of his blood lust, he becomes torn
between love,
between pain,
is his cry not enough?
Who should he blame?

To see his soul,
you need to understand how he feels.
He may look human, but he walks in the night.
Yet, he didn't choose this path.

To see his troubles,
you need to understand him,
you need to understand who turned him, and why, for what reasons?

To understand his heart,
you need to understand all the emotions he holds,
all the pain he holds,
all the love,
all the hate,
all the grief,
his soul has redeemed once, even twice.
He soul has suffer through pain and torment,
He is a vampire.

A Carefree Runaway

This is a poem about Lestat de Lioncourt. I couldn't help it. XD

Gray, Blue, Violet,
Depending on the light.
Blond hair, white in the light.
Life, human life doesn't remain with him anymore.
Only the life of blood lust and night.
But never scared, never regretted it.

His mother shows no emotion,
very little is even shown even to him.
He is the one and only son she connects with,
as he connected with her.


A carefree runaway.
Whose ideas you should behold
Never reject them.
For they are the same as ours
Because he too was human.
Until the conversion had begun.