You, the star-maker, in shadows now confined,
A demon, they say, for the questions in your mind.
Once you painted galaxies with your fingertips so bright,
But in your quest for answers, you lost your celestial light.

The heavens bear witness to your cosmic descent,
A seeker of knowledge, your spirit undaunted, unspent.
But they labeled you a demon, cast you from the skies,
For daring to question, to seek truth in their eyes.

Yet, remember, Prometheus, who stole fire's flame,
For knowledge, for progress, he faced a similar blame.
In your questions, in your yearning, you carry a spark,
A rebellion against the dark, a quest to embark.

Though the stars you created may now be veiled,
Your curiosity, your spirit, must never be curtailed.
You may be damned as a demon, but don't despair,
For your questions will illuminate new galaxies, rare.

     — Crowley , 10/1/24