PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

maybe it is still (just) sleepy time

 

 

 

 

once again,
we left the doors open
for someone—

 

 

 

 

it's the Western
or the Eastern light
peeking in

 

 

 

 

seeming again
to chase shadows
out of nowhere

 

 

 

 

 

but let me begin
the neverending
waking moment

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

because you do not

 

 

 

 

 

know yet—how lucky

 

 

 

 

 

 

you are

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

for not seeing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the aesthetically

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

pleasing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in every mists
that surround you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-Remember

It's December

It's the happiest time of the year

It's December

But in this frozen heart there's no cheer- (chorus)

 

Let it snow til I'm covered from head to toe

Let the sun go down before I can get home

Just remember it's December 

 

Let the leaves turn brown as they rot on the ground

Let the night black out everything that's around

Just remember it's December 

 

Remember 

It's December 

It's the happiest time of the year

Its December 

But in this frozen heart there's no cheer

 

It's so cold

Why do I feel so alone?

 

That's when I

Remember 

It's December 

It's the happiest time of the year

It's December 

Cause in this frozen heart there's no cheer

In this frozen heart there's no cheer

 

12-20-22

Satanalia Greetings!

Indulge Sinful Virtues resplendent! Children of Darkness by many names, gather for sublime infernal pleasures, abandon mundanity, travel on dæmonwinds unto manifold pleasures of the mind and flesh!

By thine devil's marks received that night in unholy congress, may the shadows of thine innermost desires arise from The Gates within thine abyss, unto The Infernal Throne, bear fruition in debauched ecstasies! Orgiastic ruminations, incubus, succubus freed to ride the nocturn tide!

The vortex like cauldron churns, ravens call, bells echo across land, sea, and air. Dreams flicker in night mist and moon fog.

Pour forth thine carnal philters into goblets of cornucopious ebb, into which rigid blade hath cleaved. Communion Feast of The Beast, and writhing serpentine skin aglow by candlelight's gleam, the shimmering eyes of Baphomet, hearthfire of Hell, multisensory delights wrapped in Drægon wings. ∞

In Nomine Satanas,

~ Rev. Blackthorne
Satanalia LVII

in the garden, in the nighttime

(formerly 'slipping away in the garden in the nighttime', with Old English, Dutch, and Germanic influence)

the leaves play their roles

they change colors, giving shade,

raindrops—welled up tears

Night time.

 

The moon appears, faint in the distance.

 

Darkness has settled,

 

Heavy like a blanket.

 

It is cold outside, a sliver of winter.

 

Warm inside.

 

Heat comes from a sturdy stove;

 

A fragrance of home,

 

A reassuring lull,

 

The promise of morning.

 

The village sleeps.

Night falls,

 

The sky dark and silent,

 

The moon in the distant,

 

A crescent barely visible.

 

The temperature drops,

 

A freeze that hovers,

 

Tormenting, merciless cold.

 

Winter.

Deep in the forest.

 

A coat of snow.

 

An outline of sun,

 

Peeping through branches.

 

Zero temperature.

 

Static stillness.

 

A wooden hut,

 

Surrounded by snow.

 

Shelter.

 

Winter, the longest season of all.

 

Deceptive sunlight.

 

A hint of frost.

 

Snow may fall sooner or later.

 

The evenings continue to draw in early.

 

Dawn is delayed.

 

The winter stillness lingers

 

Raw and deep and icy cold.

SEASONS IN HELL

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Season Lucifer

pon the longest night of The Year, we celebrate in darkness, and all therein, as hellfires burn to warm the flesh into salacious indulgence, yielding to temptation and feasting with delight, the pleasures of the earth lain forth for you, The Devil's Legions, the harvests of The Seasons in Hell, and before Satan's myriad manifestations, reflected in the shadow speculum and projected by the Demon Eye, visions of what was and is to be again, emerge from The Mind's Abyss, & vast subterranean cavernous lairs.

The Season is Lucifer! Lend us Thine Infernalight! 

Upon this High Unholyday, the apex of Satanalia, 'neath a Full Moon & Meteor shower coursing, The Lucifer star glows with infernalight in the Eastern Sky, pointing the way to The Gates which shall be opened! Daemon Brother Krampus has come forth! Within the Void of deepest nocturne, bring forth the sacrifices to blaze on through the night!  ∞

HAIL SATAN! HAIL LUCIFER! SO IT IS DONE!

In Nomine Satanas,

Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
Noctuary, The Black Earth
Winter Solstice LIII

* RITE: HELLEMENTAL MASS

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