13 w i n d o w s


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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13th s i g n


The 13th Moon courses the Seasons in Hell
Every month another face, signs & symbols
Specters move across the face of the night
Draegon Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Flesh incarnate
Mytheological transmutations
Lycanthropic, Anthropomorphic
Through 13th Dimensions
Hybrid legends come alive
Devil's Mark branded upon flesh at birth

Sign of The Dragon
Consuming the others
Sign of The Beast immortal
666 Hellemental

When Luna pairs with Lucifer in the W/Eastern sky
Hecate, Lilith, Sin, Persephone
Baphomet ascends the hellvens
Seated upon the Firmament Majestic

We are the 13th Sign
The Face of The Dragon upon the 13th Moon
Wings outstretched upon the nocturne tide
Draconian Black Blood
Breathing hellfire with words and deeds
Bloodmoon, blacksun, alignment complete
Upon the 13th night... 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The alignment coincides above The House as the conditions are right on this 13th night to bring forth the denizens of the netheregions said to reside deep wthin the bowels of The House, where The Gates of Hell part. The 13th Sign reveals itself to be that of The Mighty Black Dragon, corresponding with the race of The Dragon incarnate - those who have been before, are now, and shall be again assemble in the churning shadows 'neath hidden chambers, to enact forbidden rites unknown to common mortals.

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13 r o o m s


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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Lizbeth's hand
is on the metal ring handle
to the church door.
The hand twists.


Hard to move,
jerks, pushes.
The door gives
and they are in.


Smell of oldness
and damp.
He closes the door
behind them, his


hand giving gentle push.
It clicks, holds firm.
Small and old,
the walls a fading white.


Old beams, pews,
altar table clothed
in white a cloth.
She looks around,


eyes scanning,
hands by her side,
fingers of one hand
holding her blue dress.


He follows, footsteps
after hers, scans her
before him, the walls,
the old wood pews.


They stop and turn
and look back
at the smallness
of the church.


Here will do,
she says,
pointing to a pew.
He shakes his head,


we can't, not here,
people may come.
No one comes here,
except on the monthly


Sunday or the odd
visitor or tourist.
He scans the pew,
old wood, wood knots.


Who's to know?
She asks. He walks
down the aisle
touching pew tops.


She watches him,
his reluctance,
his hesitation.
Some boys would


jump at the chance,
she says. But not
here, he says, turning
to face her, not in


a church, on a pew.
Some might, she says,
running a hand
over the pew top.


They had parked
their cycles outside,
at the back
of the church wall.


The sun shines through
the glass windows.
What if someone
comes and finds us?


She smiles. Moves
towards him.
Touches his face.
Imagine their faces,


she says. No, I can't,
he says, not here.
He stares at her,
her smile, her eyes


focusing on him,
her red hair loose,
about her shoulders,
her blue dress,


knee length,
white ankle socks,
brown sandals.
We're only 13,


he says, shouldn't
even be thinking
of such things,
let alone doing them.


His body language
tells the same.
She gazes at him,
his short hair,


his eyes wide
with anxiety,
his grey shirt,
jeans, old shoes.


We'd always
remember it,
she says, here
on a pew, me


and you, this
small church.
We could come back
years later


and view
our love scene.
No, he says,
not here, not


He looks at
the walls,
the roof,


the pews,
the altar table,
white cloth,
brass crucifix.


She sighs, looks
at the pew,
imagines the place,
the area of pew.


He and she.
But it is just
mere thought,


she has not so far,
nor he, just an
impulse on her part,
an urge, a hot


compulsion to
Let's go, he says.


Wait, she says,
let's just sit
in the pew,
just sit.


He studies her,
her eyes lowered,
her smile gone.
Ok, he says,


and they enter
a pew and sit.
The sunlight
warms them.


He looks at
the high windows,
at sunlight.
She sits and looks


at the brass crucifix,
the distorted Christ,
the head to one side.
She wonders how


they would have done it,
he and she, here,
on this pew.
She is unfocused.


She feels the sun
on her. Blessed,
she thinks, maybe.
He feels a sense


of gain and loss.
He has stepped
to an edge,
stepped back,


gazed into
a dark abyss.
She turns to him,
leans to him,


thank you,
she says.
They close eyes,
lips kiss.

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XIII Floors


In the city of dark angles, the silver screen turns black
Seeking fame, found infamy, fallen legends haunt
A dominant maze entraption, drawing victims into an embrace
Vertigo ascencion, trapezoidal grace
A Night Stalker's Lair, thirteen sacrifices
Strangulator, Mutilator,  Author pain and pleasure
Black flower picked and plucked, sheared by mystery's hand
Two in one, excarnation, unexpected fate, hand in hand to death
Violated to the grave, a lady's wings spread to flight
Black Water madness, Lam Dam, poison oriental tea
Rama-lama-ding-dong, thirteen floors, hidden doors
Triple six to thirteen, visitation, communication
Hellevator going down, forever lost in shadow


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Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Cecil Hotel
640 S Main St, Los Angeles, CA 90014

The true history of the city of dark angels & Hollywood Noir is far from the pretentious depictions fostered by the mainstream media. When you dig a bit deeper, behind the veil of herd icons, movies, & starry-eyed folklore, the real history is a mysterious and shadowy one. Here is one such account.

The Cecil Hotel runs with blood. Containing a dark history of murder, suicide, & rape, historically located in an area once fertile with erotic entertainment, it had since fallen into crime-ridden surroundings, but has recently been undergoing renovations.

Perhaps these anomalies are elements of The Combination Lock Principle at work*.

* Serial Killer The Night Stalker Richard Ramirez stayed on the 14th floor {which was actually the 13th floor; see below}, disposing of bloody clothing after a night of 'sacrifice', remaining in a small room sometimes for days, playing loud music.
* Murdering Journalist "The Vienna Strangler" Jack Unterweger stayed there while on assignment, suffocating, mutilating, & torturing prostitutes, presumably deriving first hand experience about the subject of crime in L.A.
* Plagued with suicides & unsolved murders, The Black Dahlia resided there before her corporeal bisection.
* Many people leapt to their deaths, whereupon in one instance, impacting with a passing pedestrian.
* "The Pigeon Lady of Pershing Square" Goldie Osgood was raped and killed in her room.
* The nude corpse belonging to Canadian tourist 'Elisa Lam' was found up in a water tank on the roof weeks after death, obstructing the building's water flow, and necrotically filtering into the system. Residents complained of low water pressure, & dark, strange tasting water. The last recorded moments of her life on an elevator camera shows her acting frantic, panicked, afraid, as if being chased, waving her hands and acting as if 'speaking' to someone or something not apparent. Interestingly, a recent outbreak of tuberculosis was named 'Lam-Elisa', presumably in honor of the then-missing girl.
* Billed as having fourteen floors, it actually has thirteen, since the number is 'hidden' because of the nefarious connotation. Other hotels in the area also practice this fear.
* Originally advertised as containing 700 available rooms, it now admits to 600. There is a room 666 therein.
* Occultist Aleister Crowley resided at The Cecil when visiting Los Diablos. Intriguingly, at the time, it was alleged that he was in 'communication' with a being named "Lam" {Tibetan term for "The Path"; resembling a "graylien"} Perhaps this may be a "tulpa" thought-form since haunting the premises.
* Interesting to note, the film 'Dark Water' contains many synchronicities with this haunted hotel. For instance, the name of the little girl is "Cessie" {short for 'Cecilia'}; The ghost girl perished in a water tank on the roof; water issues forth black & unsteady. Set in a downtown area.

Taking The Law of The Trapezoid* into consideration, the architecture features an overhang decorating the circumference of the roof, as if 'looking down' upon the street, while two elongated red signs flank the building like red arms welcoming the unwary inside. The fire escape located on the right appears like a lightning bolt jutting down earthward, while the main door sign above the entrance displays two grating decorations on either side of the title, giving the impression of grates that would be on the sidewalk.

The lobby has been remodeled with classic European style decor, including statues and elegant Romanesque/Grecian elements. The interior is a labyrinth of thin, dimly-lit hallways leading to small open areas with cottage-like windows with a view of the dark city below, accessed via virtually "hidden" elevators, which are unobtrusive, essentially looking like the room doors, which could possibly be missed were it not for the floor number displays above the entryway; and otherwise via an open spiral staircase giving the impression of a vertigo effect upon the observer. There are subtle differences per floor, featuring rich, dark coloration and preserved Noir charm. There is one hallway with nothing but a window at the end of it, as if someone could take a running leap straight through.

There definitely seems to be Dark Forces at work here. Personally, I would not recommend residing here for vacation or tourist purposes, but perhaps only for investigative exploration. Should you wish to stay at The Cecil while visiting Hell-A for a night of haunted experience, call 1-800-666-2691. ∞

*See The Devil's Notebook; Anton Szandor LaVey.

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