Bad Mother

One eye was late again.  

Of all the demons she had spawned,  he was the most demonic.

How much trouble keeping him in line...Lucy shook her head.

Drifting down the darkened thoughts of old,   remembering.

Each God given a right to rule.  Dominion over everything.

Vulcan and Vesta,  fire in the hearth,  burned to ember 

incinerating all but one the cinder, the godlet,

Lucy,  born of fire risen from ash.  She would inherit it all.

Memories of the fall.  Why she waged war was not all clear.

Young and willful she brooked no disturbance to her dominance.

Faunus,  God of prophecy foretold the war,  the wicked things

in which she would partake.  As matriarch of evil,  make her mark.

Risking his head,  he further said that she would never again know

soft light;  but rule from dark and all her subjects from her loins.

Taken with him,  she bedded,  wedded to the future, and bore his child.

Delivered of a wild fur-ball a squally fearful featherless being.

Aptly then she named him Mars and he became the god of wars.

Raising him alone.  Because Faunus denied his blood, so she

killed him by her pointed tail, amid mad throes, her child's eye.

Thus she changed his name.  One-eye became her only son.

He was Lucy's fur and they were one,  Lucifer. 

Eternal evil worried the gods and secret spells were cast.

Then Libintia, of the funeral fame conspired with Bacchus.

He concocted a deadly wine and wooed lucy for his concubine.  

Every day a drop given a feather fell unnoticed till

one day only a skeleton of limbs remained protruding

really rotting from the damp.

Yelling threats she fell from grace .

Only one place,  where no gods roamed,  beneath the earth.

Finally she sensed her home and made the fire that roared her name.

Eventually her wrath raged far,  her spawn sent out to start more war.

Victims tell of nightmare raids,  hated thoughts to evil deeds.

Incestuous by right of blood, these devils grew more

licentious taking good from everywhere and making bad.

Lucifer with eyes of fire, kin of evil, mother of desire.

Underworld lady lord cared not one wit for what was good

She toyed with every lustful thing and laughed and hated.

This the story of Temptation's bride. It is true I promise you.

He he.