There is a woodland witch who lies [...]
The dragon-flies, brass-bright and blue,
Are signs she works her sorcery through;
Weird, wizard characters she weaves
Her spells with under forest leaves [...]
The fancies that she doth devise
Take on the forms of butterflies [...]
Till, where the wood is very lone,
Vague monotone meets monotone [...]
There is no mortal who may scorn
The witchery she spreads around
Her din demesne, wherein is bound
The beauty of abandoned time,
As some sweet thought ‘twixt rhyme and rhyme.
And through her spells you shall behold
The blue turn gray, the gray turn gold
Of hollow heaven; and the brown
Of twilight vistas twinkled down
- Madison Cawein - The Wood Witch -
She told me that she did not like the idea of your being in that house all by yourself, and that she thought you took too much strong tea. In fact she wants me to advise you if possible to give up the tea and the very late hours.
- Bram Stoker – Dracula’s Guest and Other Weird Tales -
The friendly folks at Hammer Films Ltd., the British specialists in horror flicks, have this thing about tiny glass vials. They’ll use a vial or two in almost every movie they make. Sometimes they have crystal vials, but mostly just your ordinary glass vial.
The vials are handy for storing dehydrated blood from Count Dracula, who left so much blood behind him when he died that, alive, he would have been a godsend to the blood bank, had his blood not been overrun with vampire germs.
- Roger Ebert - I hated, hated, hated that movie (Dracula A. D. 1972) -
In the western sky – My kingdom come
So still, so dark all over Europe
And I ride down the highway 101
By the side of the ocean headed for sunset
For the kingdom come
For the black – black planet
Black – black world
Black – black planet
Black – black world
Run around in the radiation
Run around in the acid rain
On a black – black planet
Black planet hanging over the highway
Out of my mind’s eye
Out of the memory
Black world out of my mind
- Sisters of Mercy – Black Planet -
The Seiðr (Old Norse for cord, string, snare) is a form of pre-Christian Norse magic and shamanism concerned with discerning and altering the course of destiny by re-weaving part of destiny’s web.
There were seiðr rituals for divination and clairvoyance; for seeking out the hidden, both in the secrets of the mind and in physical locations; for healing the sick; for bringing good luck, etc.
Ereshkigal was the Sumerian Goddess of Attalu, the land of the dead and ancestral memories. Ereshkigal, the dark moon Goddess, represents the devouring of life and its subsequent renewal. She rules over the magickal arts, secret knowledge and oracles.
She is described as a young woman with dark hair and pale skin, with beautiful proportions but whose feet are bird of prey talons. She has a strong pair of wings on her back. Like most gods, her head is surrounded by a crown. Her fathomless eyes are deep black. Alongside her are two owls, her devoted animals and she is able to turn into one of them.
Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;
This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom’s part
To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent’s art.
Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,
Nor gaze till on the year’s last lily-stem
The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.
- Dante Gabriel Rossetti – Barren Spring -
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
- Sarah Williams – The Old Astronomer -