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Lorsqu’au cœur des ténèbres s’embrasera la dague

« When in the heart of darkness the dagger will be set ablaze, follow the wand and the key will come to you » They remembered this ancient adage when in the darkness arose a sparkle of hope ; behind a loose stone, a metallic glint. – Oubliettes – Gwendolinoleum & UTP –

Oubliettes

« When in the heart of darkness the dagger will be set ablaze, follow the wand and the key will come to you » They remembered this ancient adage when in the darkness arose a sparkle of hope ; behind a loose stone, a metallic glint. – Oubliettes – Gwendolinoleum & UTP –

Castel Pyramids

Room for every nightmare… A nightmare in every room […] Step into the « House Of The Long Shadows ». Where The Answer Awaits You – Or Does It? – Michael Armstrong – House Of The Long Shadows –

One by one we go into the Dark

Make of me a weapon, make me a vessel of proofOne by one we go into the darkThe movement itself is the only truth – Spectral Wound – Woods from Which the Spirits Once So Loudly Howled –

Dost thou see a book before thee?

Thomasin: Black Phillip, I conjure thee to speak to me. Speak as thou dost speak to Jonas and Mercy. Dost thou understand my English tongue? Answer me. Black Phillip: What dost thou want? Thomasin: What canst thou give? Black Phillip: Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live […]

One sometimes learns that one has been through Dunwich

When a traveller in north central Massachusetts takes the wrong fork at the junction of Aylesbury pike just beyond Dean’s Corners he comes upon a lonely and curious country. The ground gets higher, and the brier-bordered stone walls press closer and closer against the ruts of the dusty, curving road. The trees of the frequent […]

My mother was the moon

If I were a spider and my mother was the moon Out came the sun and dried off her cocoon Underneath the water I would live and die too soon If I were a spider and my mother was the moon – King Dude – My mother was the moon –

Requiescat

Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow […] Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is at rest. – Oscar Wilde – Requiescat –

Je vois de la lumière noire

This is the battle between day and night… I see black light. – Victor Hugo’s last words –

À la Lune

The moon pours to the heart its white intimacy Of a vaporous dream where passes a beauty, And in the hollow paths where the freshness exhales Adds to the puddles some opal-coloured pools. – Albert Lozeau – To the Moon –

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