A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full […]
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No Silver Crucifix
I don’t want to live in this world There are too many vampires in this world No silver crucifix could fix This old world – without you – King Dude – […]
Read MoreBespoke Talisman
Bespoke is an adjective for anything commissioned to a particular specification. It may be altered or tailored to the customs, tastes, or usage of an individual purchaser. Origin: The word “bespoke” […]
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Frau Gaubenslosher was strongly suspected of witchcraft. […] And it must be confessed appearances were against the Frau. In the first place, she lived quite alone in a forest. This was […]
Read MoreLike slithers of a Fallen Moon
Lightlessness. Each man’s hands clutch at spears and amulets. My own fill with hacksilver, its small grey fragments like slithers of a fallen moon – Laura Webb – Coda, from An […]
Read MoreA tyrant Spell has bound me
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. […] Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond […]
Read MoreA Storm of Swords
Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends. – George R.R. Martin – A Storm of Swords –
Read MoreThe Gray turns Gold
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 […]
Read MoreHammer House of Vials
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 […]
Read MoreOde to Autumn
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with […]
Read MoreTo breed the Fruit that breeds the Serpent’s Art
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, […]
Read MoreIt will rise in perfect Light
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 […]
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