Deep In The Shadows by SatanGod666

In shadows deep, where whispers churn,
A figure stirs, a flame that burns.
Lucifer once, so bright, so grand,
Now walks the edge of a broken land.

His wings, once pure, now stained with sin,
A star that fell, a war within.
He was the light, the morning’s crown,
Now bound beneath a thorn-edged frown.

Satan, too, takes shape in night,
The fallen angel, king of plight.
Not just the villain we have made,
But the price of freedom, poorly paid.

In caverns deep, where shadows wail,
Baphomet waits, his eyes unveil
The secrets long ignored by men—
A teacher of the truths within.

With goat’s horns, a human face,
He walks the line ‘twixt dark and grace.
An androgynous soul, complete,
A symbol where opposites meet.

And Lilith, born from earth and flame,
The first to rise, to seek her name,
Cast out from Eden’s sacred glow,
Now rules the night, the winds that blow.

She seeks not wrath, but strength in night,
In freedom’s dark, she finds her might.
Not demon, nor goddess, nor slave,
But ruler of the wild and brave.

Then Pan, the trickster, wild and free,
A call of nature’s raw decree.
With pipes in hand and hooves of gold,
He stirs the forests, young and old.

The god of mischief, lust, and play,
He tempts the soul to turn away,
From reason’s path, from law’s command—
To dance upon the shifting sand.

Together they walk, through realms unseen,
The old gods and rebels, in between.
Not all of them are born of hate,
But each reflects a twisted fate.

Satan, Lucifer, Baphomet’s grace,
Lilith’s hunger, Pan’s embrace—
All of them dwell within the same,
The rebel spirit’s endless flame.

They are not just shadows, dark and deep,
But reflections of the soul we keep.
For in their fall, we see our own—
The price of freedom, the weight of throne.