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13 g r a v e s

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13 GRAVES, 13 hidden skulls glowing in the night
Each one a crystal ball - omniscient
The graves of the possessed
Calling out from the fog...

The damned returned from Hell to walk the earth
Burning in the tomb, immolation hellfire
Smokes of The Pit, see the signs appear
Moaning, churning beneath the soil
Whispers on the breeze...

Therein lies a treasure
Doubloons, gold, silver & jewels
Exploits from the ancestral land
Soaked in blood & sin
The Sword is there, The Dragon's hilt
From where The 13 Goblets came
Medallions 'neath moonlight gleam
Forged in The Abyss!

 

Arise! By the words!
Arise! By the verse!


13 Demons from The Pit
13 Shadows going forth
Released upon the winds 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

There are several graves spread throughout the outdoor property, half submerged into the earth, seemingly festooned therein for decades, all with strange symbols etched thereupon the stones. At some points during the night, it sounds as if the soil is churning from beneath the earth, distant moaning sounds, as the winds whistle about which sound as if whispering words float upon the atmosphere. It is said that one of these graves may contain a secret treasure chest hidden therein, containing not only monetary accumulation, but the real treasures being the rumored jeweled Dragon Sword & 13 silver goblets used by the Cult of The Dragon in dire Rites of Darkness to raise great horros from The dimensional Pits, as well as 13 crystal skulls used by legendary Warlocks & Witches as powerful oracles, granting enhanced telepathy, telekinisis, clairevoyance, control of the hellements, and overall potency. Oddly, at some point in time, the graves erupted in mysterious flames from no apparent source, except from perhaps below...

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13 w i n d o w s

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Through The Flames...

13 Windows Luciferic
Each one tells a tale
Inlain with what's happened here
13 Windows of Infernalight
Stained glass casting eerie spellglow
Transmutate by Sorath's sight
Fearsome shifting shadowlight
Season to season, down below


13 Windows made of blood, bone, & hellfire
Kaleidoscopic mesmerizing
Wisps through the air
All through the day & night
Symbols, spells, history
Dawn & Dusk permutations
Nightmares & Dreams revelation
All One timelessness


13 windows, 13 rooms
Changing shape within the ornate frames
Figures moving within these worlds
Casting visions through the flames
The Goat of A Thousand Young presiding
The levels of progression...


13 windows, glimpses of Hell 
A different scene according to the date
13 Windows, casting a spell
13 Windows to the 'soul'...
If you look closely, you'll find yourself there!

F o r e v e r . . . 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In each room, there is at least one stained glass windowpane multi-tinted in flames with transmutating images therein surrounding ornate frames, depicting diabolical deeds upon certain nefarious dates which occurred in that room. Each window is topped with a ramlike pediment recognized by those who know as Amon-Baphomet, The Bucranium of The Sun, the Moon, the stars...

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13 g o b l e t s

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13 drops into The Goblets each
Awaiting greedy jaws & claws
13 Shadows possessing all who drink
The whirlpool draws you in
Mind swimming in The Devil's brine
Lift high The Chalice, drink deeply of The Wine
The Powers of Darkness are inside!
Infernal Bliss enrapturing, encircling
Devils embracing, enlacing, churning
Lost in The Potion, spinning down
The names & keys are revealed
In the air, in your mind, in the philter's tide
The faces of the Thirteen...
 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Straight from The Cauldron's brew, The 13 Goblets are filled and lifted towards the ancient sigil, which glows an eerie phosphorescence, joining the candleabras and chandelier in the gloomy room, upon which hangs a serpent. 13 robed forms in attendance, imbibing the Powerful elixir bestowing Strength, immortality.

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13 m i r r o r s

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13 Mirrors in the dark
Single candle flame
Flickering shadows come alive
Cold touch upon your flesh
Gazing at reflections deep into your mind
One by one, the masks come forth
Melting into one, the reflection resonance
From the corners of your eyes...

Etch the symbol on the glass with The sinister Horns
The portal opens wide
Pouring forth from the frame
They have been called from beyond
The Grave or The Gates of Hell
Necromancy, Demonology
By The Books, burning words upon the page...

Tapping on the glass, scratching at the window
The feeling of dread
The Presence arrives
They are here, they are here!

13 Mirrors in each room
13 Mirrors reflect doom
13 eyes to watch you
Passing through the pane
Will you join them on the other side...? 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

There are 13 mirrors within each of the 13 rooms in Blackthorne Manor. Each serve as a veritable Portalways for either Demonic summoning, necromantic communication, or clairevoyant devices for Witchcraft. Inscribing The Pentagram thereupon the glass itself activates these for these purposes, which can then operate as a two-way communication oracle as well as pathway.

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13 r o o m s

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Beneath the 13th Moon...
13th Moon
13 rooms, 13 graves, 13 ghosts, 13 mirrors, 13 spiders on the wall
13 Goblets, 13 tables, 13 shadows arise
The Séance brought them nigh, on that 13th night
13 Windows of infernal light
Passing through your eyes, into the soul, becoming one
The spiderwebs tell the story
13 Dimensions, reflections of another timeless now

13 clocks, 13 chimes, one for each room
Summoning Them forth
13 Demons unleashed on the 13th ring
Echoing through The House
13 drops of blood
13 signs, Black Dragon rise
Show Thy face, Mighty One!
Through the portal's way! 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The entire House and the shadowy occupants have become a veritable lightning rod for demonic activity, and the mathemagics of 13 resplendant throughout, attracts dark energies and opens portals to Hell.

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Echo of a shadow

Echo of a shadow

By jfarrell

 

I am just the echo of a shadow;

Out of the night I jump at you,

Translucent, ghostly faces,

The mist caught by the moonlight.

The body that wore this face,

Long dead.

 

As the breeze moves amongst the leaves,

You hear my cries of joy,

Howls of frustration,

Cries of torment and agony.

The voice that sang my words,

Long silent.

 

Condemned a witch and sentenced to burn,

Here, where you stand,

I am long turned to dust

Part of the very ground beneath you.

My soul, that burns for revenge,

Still burns.

 

I am the echo of the shadow;

The shadow that dwells within your soul.

You are here because I call to you,

Blood of my blood, through the ages.

I surrender to you my witchcraft, my magic,

Now, go forth and unleash my vengeance.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

loved NIN's "copy of a copy"

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Across an empty hall

Across an empty hall

By jfarrell

 

My footsteps echo around me,

Ricocheting off the walls

To assault me

Like the voices of the long dead assembled.

 

The people, memories, who crossed this hall

Long before me;

Leaving fragments of themselves

To dwell here forever.

 

As the moonlight shafts in through the window,

The dust eddys and grows

To take on the very likenesses

Of those who went before me.

 

Black and grey shadows beckon and caution me;

I can almost hear them whisper

“This way, come.” “No, that way’s danger.”

Dread hangs in the air, enveloping me.

 

Startled by a tap-tap-tapping

I see a raven a rap-rap-rapping

In the middle of this empty hall

Dedicated to Lenore.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

when this poem started, e a poe was million miles from my mind ; just seemed right for him to pop up at the end there

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They

They

By jfarrell

I know they’re following…

I glance in the shop window..

Yes, him, dark glasses, dark suit…

Alien hair growing from the ear…

….DON’T fall for the ‘radio/microphone’ chat…

Uh! Uh! Buddy!

Alien hair….

Ron L Hubbard was so………….. close….

But, no, not lizards.

 

I scoot up the next street,

Run like f**k and hang a right…

Out of sight,

Dive right

And just lie down…

Dead….

Don’t move…

Don’t make a sound…

 

….just pray….

Even if you don’t believe,

In anything….

You’re gonna pray….

“don’t see me, don’t see me don’t see me don’t see me don’t see me don’t see me don’t seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…………

 

I lost them.

CLICK!

…... or not….

Author's Notes/Comments: 

dragons live among us ;-)

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From the depths

From the depths

By jfarrell

 

In my dreams, the oceans sing to me;

Their words carried by the wind,

And blown into mist,

As I wake.

 

Walking around;

Always feeling I’m missing something;

I forgot something; that cringe in the back of my neck;

Something follows me.

 

The statues; the art; the idols;

The pornographic images of pain and suffering;

The fresh blood I kneel in;

The knife in my hand.

 

Cthulhul envelopes me and comforts me;

And in her embrace, I know They love me;

Are grateful for my sacrifice.

And I know I must continue.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i just had to write something inspired by lovecraft, i can feel the hannibal lector tearing to get out :-)

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