Poetry by Fuoco Blu 666
There is solitude in the dark forest where powerful light once reigned.
In the driest and darkest hour the gentle bearer of water and light advances with ancestral solemn song.
In the moment of the beginning the new wind chases away the clouds revealing the Moon encircled by an ephemeral flash.
On the Sacred Flowers to its sweet song the water with the Moon lovingly descends.
The Sacred Flowers of the water have tasted again that little which, illuminated by the powerful Moon, seem to rekindle with fire, and in the wind among the Sacred Flowers dancing to the rising Sun, fiery blue eyes, sweet, understanding and penetrating, look to the future the immortal victory of joy , the joy of Satan.
Magnum Opus Of Lovers
Two men fly in the twilight sky, with a caress one chases away bitter tears.
The sweet heart of the divine lover the wings of the human soul reopen in a radiant way.
In the light of the moon the divine satanic path in the memento in the past brought them luck.
In silence they plunge into the swooping water with white wings illuminated by the ethereal moonlight they kiss and the blue fire emotionally in their souls begins to burn.
In the mirror of water the moon is tinged with red, they re-emerge, contemplating the emotional blue fire in their intrepid hearts regenerating their now immortal love with each vital breath.
In the magical mirror of the moon, the eye of the sky at the meandering burning of the blue fire, the rainbow at the most sublime and refined kiss will begin to shine on the soul of an ideal world and the immortal dream of the joy of the new Gods will come true.
The Return Of The Light
I had lost something essential to my soul in the darkest night, when all memory fades.
Aura of gold shining in the light of the Sun affected by darkness until it turns black in the icy winter of the closing of the flowers of the soul.
Loneliness in the ominous dark age and the dark years, one must continue to fight to fearlessly protect the divine love, the courage of this kindles my heart with the greatest ardor, in the night it was touched by the forgotten human warmth.
Fire-colored lilies at sunset, between sacred warm hands on the night of the solstice a divine purple lily with satvic warmth is reborn as the highest Aryan goddess with fiery hair in the moonlight that opens again to the purest growing ecstasy of free and simuous ascent of the white ethereal snake on our soul, more and more from the war of the brotherhood of the snake is freed, I in ancient past the noble path I have always loved.
So many nights have passed, brothers and sisters, that the return of light and atavistic spiritual power may enlighten you under the wings of the soul of those who divinely know how to love.
https://www.joyofsatan.org/www.angelfire.com/empire/serpentis666/Lilith.html
Red Eyes Of Anger
From the top of the sky you can feel the force of the deepest anger, Enlil's lightning echoes in the sky in an electrifying concert of angry souls.
Enlil's wise eyes are tinged with a deep red, pure eyes with serious electrifying power expand his divine spiritual power.
The hour of vengeance on certain souls is coming, the frozen lake very hard with the empathy of the deepest anger being split by lightning like a mirror of the soul reflecting the wounded heart of the anger that violently awakens life in the lake as well as the lake reflects a red moon so amber eyes with a fiery red aura glowing in the twilight of the night of a red full moon shed tears of blood with the greatest rage demonstrating that forgiving filthy alien souls is impossible.
https://www.joyofsatan.org/www.angelfire.com/empire/serpentis666/Beelzebub.html
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. You have a talent for music!
