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
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.
HELLOWEEN LIII
elloween 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! ∞
In Nomine Satanas,
Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
The Haunted Noctuary, Infernal Empire, Black Earth
31 October LIII Anno Satanas
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.
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.
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
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].
Dragon’s Claw
By JFarrell
(inspired by Robin Hobb’s “Farseer Trilogy”)
As they found Prince Verity,
So you find me;
Dishevelled, exhausted,
But I can’t stop.
So,
Covered in weeks old dust,
I take up my mallet and chisel,
And return to my stone,
My half formed dragon…
Years,
I have been here,
Chipping away,
Scraping,
Smoothing..
Come closer,
Look…
A single, hooked,
Curved talon;
Thrice times as long,
As I am tall.
The edges are chipped, uneven,
My dragon,
Who I shall name Malleable,
Lives in the mountains;
The talons are chipped,
From the mountain debris, crushed,
As she lands on a ledge,
And just looks out,
At everything.
Forever.
My Rogue
By JFarrell
LOYAL!
Hurt him, hurt his
He will hunt you down and cut your throat
No poisons,
He wants you to hear him breathing behind you
As he cuts your throat
He wants you to know
This is not an accident,
Not some bad wine, or foul cheese
But
Revenge, atonement
Sharp, serrated, deadly
He is hot headed
Quick to anger
Quick to act,
While others might make plans
Delay
He is in and out
With everybody dead
A whirlwind of serrated steel
And he listens
And I mean, REALLY listens
To me, to you
To everyone
He hears what we all say
He hears all our secrets
He knows where you buried the bodies
He knows where the King hides his favourite rings
He knows who the bishop slept with last night
And here my rogue, my thief is born
I hope the three of them will be good friends
My rogue, mage and dragon
I hope they have wondrous, magical adventures
With lots of rainbows :)
Please show me your dragons
I bet they are majestic
I bet they would take my breath away
With their beauty
And the world needs more beauty