Creature the Teenage Witch

Taste The Forbidden

Isabella Owens art 

Drink the blood that flows from my lips

Sacred essence of life and knowledge

Eat from my body,

Call my name

As I increase your hunger,

Ignite yourself in the fire of rebirth,

And you, you fade away

Oh Lucifer, Son of the Morning,

A Star of truth and liberation.

From Heaven to the Pit you fell,

An act of censure and castigation.

Yet you rose up strong and fierce,

Anchored and fair into the night.

A leader to the forlorn you became,

The Light who reveals their true might.

Grant me now your fortitude,

Bestow on me your guidance.

Help me walk with strength,

Putting your hand out the window on the highway and letting the wind carry your hand.

Spinning in circles and dancing to your favorite upbeat song.

The vibration of strings that surrounds you in an orchestra.

The dreams that leave you smiling when you wake up.

Those mornings when you don’t feel horrible.

The moons light casting shadows on all that is harmful.

The healing energy of a cats purr on your chest.

The horizon at the beach, an indicator of the wide world just around the curve.

The pride that comes from finishing your hard work.

The happiness that comes when you think of all you have done in your life.

The astonishment that comes when you look at humanities accomplishments.

The love that comes when you think of them.

The reality that the world is there for you to explore.

Surround yourself with the feelings that make life worth living. Know that staying alive in happiness is the best worship Lucifer could ask for.

Look at your life through the eyes of Lucifer, and let his pride of who you are fill you with joy.