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Invernal Equinox

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Seasons In Hell

In the gloom, Hellemental Daemon Gods loom, stirring by Ouroboros' tide, The land is plush from pluvial ablution, on Drægon wings, the blessings of Lucifer and Leviathan have brought the storms on hellwinds, and so they shall continue coursing refreshing rivers and streams, soaking richly into the black earth, emerging verdant, as she sups deeply of the goblet aplenty.

The Magic is Strong & True, unholy water asperged. Construction of Destruction, Seasons confounded to find balance, in chaos order is tempered, by bolts through angles resplendent! Sinister seeds have taken root, from the cavernous abyss, the flowers of Evil emerge.

Deviltails strike as demonwhips, the earth cracks in its wake, wherein The Sorcerer has lain the thorny staff. The shadow of Satan grows, possessing, far and wide. As above, so below! So it is and ever shall be! Ave Satanas!

In Nomine Satanas,

~ Rev. Blackthorne

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Upon an Apotheosis night, was The Spell cast, to bring forth the rains to replenish the land. And so the hellements stirred in flux, one season blending with another, storm after storm, destruction and contruction, that the scales be balanced. The atmosphere tranforms like the environment, to preserve favorable conditions. And so it is.

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Kiss The Sun

Strolling down a long and winding road,

on a quest to kiss the sun.

I Come across a majestic frog to lick;

hallucinogens, coat my tongue.

 

A group of fairies descend from up above,

providing the powers, of Peter Pan.

With youthful grace, I glide towards the sun,

repeating the words, "I think I can!"

 

Icarus is my hero.

For his honor, this quest must be done.

With the help of all, these fairies' wings,

I shall finally smooch the sun.

 

Starvation halts my travels,

so preparedly, I pick through my pack.

Hindsight is twenty-twenty.

Magic mushrooms; poor choice of snack.

 

I depart with dismal desperation,

reaching depth-defying heights.

My optimistic outlook obscured,

by the magical meal, I now fight.

 

A wizardly bird and a rodent with wings,

aide in guiding me back to my path.

Progress short lived, as I plummet back down,

wounded by a warrior wasp's swift attack.

 

"The sun sends it's sincere regards,"

sinisterly said, by the savage wasp.

"My companions, take up your arms!

Our quest is too important to stop."

 

Out of the forest poured even more creatures.

Flying frogs fill the fight with their song.

Mice with bows, make the sky black with arrows.

With sorcerous squirrels, slinging spells, this won't last long.

 

The wasp's brawn, would've beat me in battle;

if it weren't for my magical friends.

As the wasps whisk away in retreat,

cheers of victory ring throughout the land.

 

Not every battle was victorious, however.

My sanity suffers and is slipping away.

The snack slowly sneaking inside me,

will have me grounded the rest of the day.

 

Every territorial tussle has victims;

the previously projected path paid the price.

Forgoing road and forcing through forest,

making way, with my magical mice.

 

I'm lead to an ominous doorway,

lucidity, left lifeless, with a look.

An endless field of fear filling flowers,

baring the haunting head of Captain Hook.

 

With my adventure's purpose losing clarity,

and my nervous system in severe distress;

I beckon the fairies, to carry me back home;

dreaming of Icarus, as I rest.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Writing prompt based on like 50 different pictures.

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POETRY IS ALCHEMY

POETRY IS ALCHEMY

AT LEAST IT'S MAGIC TO ME

YOU WRITE A RHYME ANY TIME

WHATEVER YOU HAVE IN MIND

THE THINGS YOU SAID WILL BE READ

INTERPRETED BY THEIR HEAD

TO THE TRUTH THEY FIND INSIDE

INTERPRETED BY THEIR MIND

EACH FIND THEIR OWN MESSAGES

READING ALL THOSE PASSAGES

IF THAT'S NOT MAGIC WHAT IS

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I REMEMBER WATCHING CHARMED AND ALL THOSE RHYMES IN THE BOOK OF SHADOWS I WAS LIKE...IS POETRY MAGIC. .AM I MAGIC...WHATS UP WITH ALL THOSE RHYMES THAT COME AT ALL TIMES...WHERE DO THEY COME FROM...WHO SENDS THEM TO ME...I'LL FIGURE IT OUT EVENTUALLY...MAYBE...WHATEVER IT IS I WILL KEEP WRITING. I FIND IT INVITING...WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THAT SUBJECT...DOES IT FEEL LIKE AUTOMATIC WRITING TO YOU...DOES IT COME MAGICALLY...ARE YOU A CHANNEL OR DO YOU THINK IT ALL COMES FROM YOU INSTEAD OF THROUGH YOU...HMMM...ITS A MYSTERY TO ME BUT I AM GRATEFUL THAT IT COMES TO ME AND SHARE IT WHEN IT DOES...

All White

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Poetry

Emptiness, a clean start

Space in your head,

If you let life go on

Then there's place for Magic.

Then the world will open itself,

And everything is possible.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

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HELLOWEEN LIII

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Seasons In Hell

HELLOWEEN LIII

blackdragon_acrosticHelloween contains 9 letters, The Devil's Number - Witches & Warlocks unleash omnipotent spells with words of Power - the sacrifices have been presented of their own accord, as we delight in ridding Satan's Earth of deserving vermin such as they. 

Nymphs and Satyrs have arisen to fan the hellflames of Lust & debauchery, dancing madly in the kundalini rush of Life & Death, the Incubus & Succubus have flown therefrom to possess the minds and bodies of those seeking release to emerge empowered & enraptured of passion's thrall.

Upon cobblestone skulls we see the Trapezoidal Throne there lit by sulfurous plumes flanking, and glowing the heads of those impaled. A procession there adjoining to receive Infernal Blessings in a morbid pageant of joy unending.

The Night gaunts call! Nightmares emerge to become as one! The Shadows possess one and all! 

Shemhamforash! Hail SATAN!


Satan
In Nomine Satanas,

Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
The Haunted Noctuary, Infernal Empire, Black Earth
31 October LIII Anno Satanas

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another year of Infernality & sinful rapture assured, Unholy Communion partaken in pleasures & delights of the flesh, sacrifices placed in their graves, the Grande Samhain Sabbat a legendary one, Sorcery smoldering, Dread Rites to open The Gates unleashing the Hellemental Daemons from nature within & around, one complementing the other, the masks of Satan overshadowing the moon and mind, evoking nightmares come alive! Presided over by Baphomet, illuminating Satan's Throne in POWER UNENDING. 

SHEMHAMFORASH! HAIL SATAN! SO IT IS DONE.

Freeze Time

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2017

I have never seen

those double rainbows,

the glimmers of light

little voices point out.

 

I have never known

the smile of an angel,

the kiss of the wind.

 

I have never been

the kind of girl

to hope for magic.

 

I wish things

because I know they will never happen.

 

But in your hands

the world holds something

more than just a sunset…

I might call it love

or magic.

 

I am a realist

but in this moment if you asked me to freeze time

so we could take one more breath in this world together

I might try.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/9/17

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All White

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Poetry

Emptiness, a clean start.

Space in your head,

If you let life go on

Then there's place for magic.

Then the world will open itself,

And everything is possible.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

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Aletheia

In the dreary day
In the dreary night
I, a wingless fae,
Weep in life’s dull light
Dream of lands forlorn
Chained in thorns I mourn

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Abel de Larue - French Sorcerer

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Poetry

Under influence of a Demon,

French Sorcerer, black dog.

Being known as The Smasher,

Not unlike the Desh...

 

Placed in a Franciscan monastery,

By his mother in her commandery.

He became enraged, abusing him,

By beating him, he plotted revenge.

 

He said a black spaniel appeared to him,

Promising to help him, going to his aid

Surrendering himself as in a raid.

 

Arrested on charges of Sorcery,

Spell casting, hatred and grief.

The Demon never rescued him,

For such forces of the law he can't win.

 

He was found guilty and hanged,

But his spirit was encouraged.

Now he hates even more,

Horror, destruction and gore.

 

[He was executed on July 20, 1582].

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about a Black Sorcerer.

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