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
WATCHING THE LEAVES
DANCE IN THE BREEZE
GIVING IN
TO THE WIND
GRACEFULLY
RELAXING ME
BIRDS SING
SIGHT UNSEEN
SOME FLY BY
CATCHING MY EYE
COMPLETING THE SCENE
THAT'S SO SERENE
When you rise in the early morning long before the sun’s first light
you have this wonderful opportunity to eavesdrop on the music of the night.
If you don’t hear the music at first…wait!…it won’t be long…
before the crickets, whom you never see, choose the rhythm of the song.
Once you catch the rhythm…just as your body begins to sway…
as if the maestro pointed in their direction…the woodwinds begin to play.
Their music enters from every direction as you walk through the neighborhood…
The melody changing depending on how the wind chooses to whistle through the woods.
The woodwinds can enter loudly on a gust…or softly on a gentle morning breeze…
either way….wherever you turn…there is music in the trees.
Just as you’re thinking to yourself…is there a better way to start the day…
the birds pick up their horns…and the brass begins to play.
If you’re lucky…and you listen closely…sometimes the music of the night…
offers a violin concerto…of the hummingbirds in flight.
Some walks take a little longer…you stop more often…close your eyes knowing you don’t have to see…all you have to do is listen to nature’s morning symphony.
Sadly…when the sun begins its rise…the symphony quickly fades away…
as the music of the night relinquishes the stage to the music of the day.
But another symphony begins tomorrow…if you rise before the sun’s first light…
another opportunity awaits…to eavesdrop on the music of the night.
Season Belial emerges from the shadows, cloven hooves quaking the earth up from The Pit.
For Lo, have we descended into The Abyss, passing through the unholy black fire, empowered even still.
The solace of the Night, by Lucifer's hellantern resplendent in the darkness of the mind. Regeneration timelessness.
'Neath Hecate's soothing embrace, the harvest moon shines bright, revealing the path to autumnal delights.
The Devil's Mirror reflects the face of Satan, the masks of pleasure and terror! Rejoice! The Beast has arisen! ∞
In Nomine Satanas,
Rev. Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
Autumnal Equinox, LVI Anno Satanas
Haunted Noctuary, Draconian Empire
* Rite: Hellemental Mass
In the night of sore darkness
In the thunderstorms,
A hungry plant lapping water
Till it’s too stiff to stand.
Striving to nap against my hand
In my own bed
Blinking my memorable eyes
At someone totally engaged in
Carving the night into figurine
That blows out midnight candle.
The wind wearing the curtain
In my room perceive the tree
The soundless howling
Of faceless ghosts
Digging the ground by its toes
Into my back to be in hurry.
When these ghosts came
To drag me out of my bed,
In the other world, my beloved
Beading her hair and
Plucking butterflies from cactus plants.
I shrieked from inside a fountain
A mermaid warned me to be silent.
Alas! I dreamt of me
Walking into the fast moving cars
And waking up with the wrecked arms
Just in the next morning.
*
When an eve elapsed by,
A chilly pallid half-moon
Sets below my lip,
And the other half-moon
Lies inside my mouth.
Tearing the flesh apart
Out of its body
Tastes the veal of craving,
Emerges out the spits
As the heap of soils
After the digging the earth
To unearth another world
of eternal bliss and ecstasy
I longed during my life.
Never sentient I’m of
My spit spilling steadily
Out of my mouth
Like the fizzy blood,
The tint of my craving
That fiddles in
The heap of the words
In which my pen as the shovel
Shoves out the metaphors and similes
In the poetry of my essence.
During the lifetime,
I’m hectic in exploring
The ultimate truth
Of immortality never existed,
Not aware of the mortality of
My life and my existence
Only a fraction of a second
Appraising the life span
Of the earth I subsisted.
*
the white blanket
as the world wakes
plays twinklings in my head
as if every flake had once been
a silver bell
i find all the possibilities,
all the music wrapped in these notes
like i can find the new in every moment
and yes the earth makes sounds as always but
i hear something else
like the slight shift the wind causes
a thousand years from now
like the rustle of heartbeats
under my first footstep
like something is whispering
hey
wait
look at all this imperfect
the crystals that don’t quite reach my skin
(yes I know I need new boots
but that is a worry for
after the shimmer is washed away
and the last note echoes out,
wraps itself into the hearts of all of us.)
Enslaving chains and wilderness pains
are broken on healing heavenly domain
plus graceful throne, envisioned.
Method upholds this marauding madness
aflicting us on earthly journeys through
wounded wilderness, deadly disdain
and frighful famine; distressing
humankind and nature.
Twisted minds and wicked souls
torment humankind on this earthly
journey through birth, life and death.
Yet, we came with nothing; and with
nothing, we depart to earth's dust.
Hideous hypocrisy darkens love to
hide this greatest reality from heaven's
green pastures, meadows and
river bed, unchained.
We follow this river path to oceans
lighted by divine mercy and unending
salvation; healing broken hearts and
bleeding, lost souls.
Eerie voices creeping around corners and eaves,
laughing and whispering their promise of the coming storm.
Crying frustration at the trees that grasp but can not hold,
tearing leaf from limb as it passes.
Turbulent passage through alleyways and streets,
spiraling into devils against all who dare resist.
Carried away with reckless abandon into the night
and blowing straight to the sea
to rejoice as a gale to finally be free…..