autumn
fall at dawn
The first of October—
light breaks across the window
like mercy new each morning,
a psalm whispered through the glass.
The garden waits in silence,
its soil baptized by night rain,
each drop a reminder
where a Word does not return void.
Sun and shadow wrestle,
but even their quarrel
is held within Gentle hands—
cloud and flame, pillar and promise.
The kettle trills,
steam rising like prayer,
while I recall:
“Be still, and know that I am God.”
Perhaps the afternoon
will open in brightness,
perhaps not—
even in the shifting late sky
I see faithfulness,
and call it blessing.
Autumnal Equinox LX
Dragon wings bring Western winds, flow from The Abyss
Hellmouth agape for sacrifice
Pour in the accursed damned
Impaled, devoured in the flames
Osculum Infame, Communion with The Beast
Torment chosen for The Harvest Feast
Nestle in Samhain's robe
Behold demonic thrall
Masks and reflections, shadows sublime
Macrocosmic projection from The Dark Side
Dreams and nightmares one
As Below, So Above, The Eye of Satan, Omni-All
Nectars, ambrosias, cauldrons brew
Hellsinged leaves fall and cascade
Dancing to the musick of the shades
Witch trees bend to show the way
Midst squalls in fury, and gentle mists
Immortal darkness emerge and return to The Pit