I'm not satanistic, don't worry. I read this poem, and found it rather interesting and worth putting up. Not exactly the best I've read, but still well-done. The concept is a bit drastic, but that's only my opinion. However, a warning must be given: If you are very religious and whatnot, you should not read this poem. I think it best for you to go back.
Darkness
by: Lady Trinity
I am the Dark One, the Chosen, the Fallen.
I am the Destroyer, the Bringer of Chaos.
I am the Warrior, the Right Hand of Lucifer.
I am the Death Knell, the Patron of Loss.
I am the Dark Angel, the Lady of Suffering.
I wait in the Shadows to feed on men's Fear.
I am the Harbinger of Pain, Sickness, and Darkness.
I am the Demon who feasts on Sorrow's Tears.
I am the One who's at ease within Nightmares.
I'm in town at midnight dressed to fit with the Night.
My slow, steady steps are heard the World over,
As mother's clutch their children for Fear I may bite.
There are those that drive by me who whistle and cat-call,
And to them I answer with only a stare.
A look that's so hard, and so cold, and so frightening
That even Angels could not stand against the withering glare.
I continue to walk and a thought flashes through me,
A brief glimpse of wonder I cannot deny.
That should I cross another like me out at this hour
Is it not likely that one of us may die?
An interesting thought and one I embrace.
I can't help but sing joyously as I walk down the street.
Tonight I may die and bring an end to my Suffering
And then me and my kin may once again meet.
I rejoice at the thought of my fellow Goths.
Reunited as Spirits, torn apart once by Fate.
It's funny how thoughts like these hit you so suddenly.
I didn't see the car until it was too late.
I remember the Pain, and the Darkness and Suffering.
I remember the Screams -- both the wheels and my own.
I remember my last thoughts as I lay there bleeding:
The wondering and hoping if I was going back Home.
Then all was in Darkness and I was Gifted with Visions,
Of the Flames of the Damned, of the Home of my kin.
And then Lucifer himself graced me with his Beauty,
As his mesmerizing gaze held me locked within sin.
He spoke to me then, and his words I remember,
Like honey they drowned me in sweetness and love.
"My beautiful child, return now to the living.
Begin now your duties, my dark little dove."
And so I left Lucifer, the beautiful Dark One,
And returned to the painful embrace of my breath.
Unable to move and unable to speak,
I wondered why Lucifer hadn't given me Death.
And then I recovered, to my happy surprise,
And was out of that bed by the very next day.
Although I was winded, and limping, and wincing,
I refused to just sit still and do as they say.
It's now a year later since that horrible night,
When out of the Darkness my worst Nightmare came.
I can't help but wonder if perhaps that was arranged,
So that Lucifer could join to me, make us One and the Same.
A year since has past since I took up my duties,
As a Dark One, a Fallen, a Bringer of Chaos.
Now nightly I take up my sword and my daggers,
To deal out the punishment of those whom I cross.
There are those who would stop what is now my sworn duty,
My "family" mission, call it what you will.
They Hunt me and my kind, and divest of our bodies,
Savouring the cries of a "justified kill."
And in return, the Hunter is Hunted,
To suffer for killing a Demon, our kin.
They Scream and they Cry, but it all ends the same:
We're "sparing their souls from unneeded sin."
We fight to lead Humans to a better tomorrow,
To enlighten their numbers, evolve them to our race.
For now they’re just cattle, feed for the Vampires,
Our cousins in Darkness, one of many who share our space.
They fight us because we are cruel and cold masters.
We drive to them to think and to act and to be.
We use them as food and enlighten the worthy.
It's sad, but they're right, not many are ready.
So the fighting continues and I'm still alive,
If that's what I am, but doubts enter my mind.
I'm famous now, too, because of ventures
To kill off the worst of the damned Hunter kind.
I'm going out now, I don't know what I'll find.
Into the Night, dressed at one with the Moon.
With black for my clothes and silver chains on my body,
I hope to return to my home and bed soon.
Should I not make it, good-bye to my family.
I'm sorry that you could not learn of the truth.
I tried to be the very best that I was,
Even if you would think my profession uncooth.
Fourteen Hunters have fallen before me,
Their blood all around me, their last breath in my ears.
Though it may not seem it, I mourn for their Deaths.
They were Warriors, though, and I will shed no tears.
For I am the Dark One, the Chosen, the Fallen.
I am the Destroyer, the Bringer of Chaos.
I am the Warrior, the Right Hand of Lucifer.
I am the Death Knell, the Patron of Loss.
I am the Dark Angel, the Lady of Suffering.
I wait in the Shadows to feed on men's Fear.
I am the Harbinger of Pain, Sickness, and Darkness.
I am the Demon who feasts on Sorrow's Tears.
I am the One who's at ease within Nightmares.
I'm in town at Midnight dressed to fit with the Night.
My slow, steady steps are heard the World over,
And mother's clutch their children for Fear I may bite.
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