Sister Satan

She was no nun ya dig ?
she was the kind of sister that could get you a gig
bring your old lady back or
send demons to attack
She was one bad black cat
she wore her fro big
her strut was full of pride
she had a taste for the dark side
She was on a tarot / astro/ crystal trip
had a black dog named Mr. Scratch
Wore her pentagram upside down
and a slinky black gown
The men wanted to date her
and the women wanted to hate her
but they wouldnt dare say it to her face
it was a fact she always wore black
They say she had a potion that caused commotion
that Sister Satan was one wicked wonder
she sent the church asunder,
the preacher man tried to run her out of town
Two days later he turned up drowned
Mr Rivers hit Mrs Rivers in the head
She saw Sister Satan and he turned up dead
their losses werent tragic
and everyone whispered
she killed them with magick

Lady of the Left Hand Path

I identify as a Satanist, or LHP Occultist but my most favorite term of all is one that I coined to specify my belief set, Lady of the Left Hand Path. In fact, if you google that term, one of my occult youtube videos comes up, the video is no longer available but sure enough that was I (If you are such a lady and have used the term prior to my video and can prove it, please comment. I may be a narcissist but I do not wish to take credit for something I did not come up with if you were using it first). To be honest, I’ve considered making occult & true crime videos again, this may or may not happen but I digress, back to my self appointed title. Lady of the left hand path has an elegantly evil air about it don’t you think? And elegantly evil is more my brand of darkness than schlocky Halloween like devil worship, more The Ninth Gate than the trashy spray painted pentagram camp of the Satanists in The Crow: Wicked Prayer (though I will admit the “devil food” party was a pretty neat idea) . So without further ado, here is an original poem about the title Lady of the Left Hand Path.

Beneath my steely gaze
lies the infernal haze
A vision of darkness
perfumed by brimstone
and guided by daemons

I will gladly hex those who vex
and meditate inside a crypt
wearing a veil of black lace
I reside in the realm of shadows

My sacred elixir as sorcery
I use bone dust and candle wax
to create my sigils
and keep watch over chthonic vigils

the demonic feminine resides within me
I am a woman set on the course least traversed
A Lady of the left hand path.

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