Who Is This Man?

Who is this man, that calls himself God?
Just the man that calls her Goddess.
He left the Garden, following his mother.
Found Lilith’s daughter, lying in the sand.

Who is this man, that fights the Demons?
Only an angel, who is self-made, self-named.
Drying the tears of centuries, good riddance to guilt.
Demons are ourselves, made allies from enemies.

Who is this man, that calls himself King?
Only the man that dares ask her to be Queen.
For he cares not where he lays, when love they make.
As long as it’s by her side, when after they wake.

Who is this man, that dares tempt the Darkness?
Only a man that can bring it the Sun.
Light from darkness, antipodal in spirit.
Then one from the other, they are like the Tao.

Who is this man, that calls himself Witch?
Arrogant, and honest, who saw himself in one.
Magik and reason, can live side by side,
The universe is everything, eyes opened wide.

Who is this man, that calls himself God?
Only a man that creates his own soul.
Who is a man, that enslaves none, nor is enslaved?
Only a man that can answer, "It is I"

Copyright May, 2001