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Pale, beyond Porch and Portal

Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with calm leaves, she stands Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands; […] She waits for each and other, She waits for all […]

The Empty House

See this house, how dark it is Beneath its vast-boughed trees! […] “Secrets”, sighs the night-wind, “Vacancy is all I find; Every keyhole I have made Wails a summons, faint and […]

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 – […]

Sorcellerie

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 […]

A 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 […]

The 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 […]

Mon pays, c’est l’Hiver

My Country it is not a country, it’s Winter My Garden it is not a garden, it’s the Plain My Path it is not a path, it is the Snow My […]

The veil is thinning

It was the night of October 31, 1936. Halloween night. The men and women sat at the round table with joined hands. They awaited the message – the message they had […]

The Conjurer

Con·jur·er [kʌndʒərə] noun: 1. a person who conjures spirits or practices magic; magician 2. a person who practises magic; sorcerer

Et il s’avança dans le bois d’Aphrodite

And then he pressed forward into the wood of Aphrodite. […] They walked far. The park was immense. From time to time, a girl under a tree proffered her name and […]

Butterfly Wings & Peacock Ore

Remember that the most beautiful things in life are often the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance. – John Ruskin – Stones of Venice I –

Augusta Perusia

The blood is dripping little by little along the stepping stones, and I am frightened to feel that I am dreamed, in the wind, by the impassive shine of the highest […]