Selected Writings of Visions and
Dreams....of Reality and Pain....
of tomorrow and yesterday and now....

Black Demon *creator*

See! Even the wheel of years is reborn...

Colours of Time

The tides are slowly churning...
beyond the shores of a million years...
Candles die, yet flames keep burning...
illuminating visions which hide mine tears...

I found her that I found before...
yet again failed the seeker's door...
Turn, Turn!...worldly wheel...
bind essence into waxen seals...

The soft lichen tugs at me...
echoing promises of life to be...
Yet I wish for none of this...
drawn like moths to death's blind kiss...

Grace of graces, she wanders astray...
hearing Diana's call, we turn from day...
Mistakes of forgotten ages past...
never resolved, Aphrodite’s fast...

Can the circle be transcended?...
The whirling of soul fate ended?...
Scrying what was before...
Escape to the moonlit shore...

Wanderer of hidden trails...
of life et death, twilight fails...
Grant the mercy to begin anew...
building souls without sinew...

Dissolution

The shadows lengthened their grip...approaching the forgotten slip,
Wildly rushing upon the door...as tides churning on the darkened shore.

The Nameless One watches and grins...for they grace the pow'rs and sins,
Challenged by the Light of the seamless triad...the darkness shall hold the enchanting ballad.

Ripping winds tear at the peak...of the mountain fastness they fight to seek,
Utterances of the forever damned...tearing at the souls of mortal man.

Yet as the forces intertwined...they stood apart from the treacherous vine,
And the time when the souls screamed went past...the Ones stood and watched, and murmured "hold fast."

For the skies tore apart...and the seas burned away,
Then the Greeks lost their art...and the oracles their say.

They who watched since time began...waited for the summons of mortal man,
Yet the callings never sang out...only the souls' tormented shout.

Did the winter chill remind?...How that which weaves binds?
And the darkness enfolds us once more...lacing the roots of the oaken door.

Forgotten God

Souls adrift in the endless night
Lamenting softly in their plight
But for one who thrives on fear
Far darker than a devil's tear

Enchanting, enchanting,
Caught in a trance
Beckoning all to the mindless dance

As if worms burrowing beneath the skin
Nosferatu begging to be invited in
The dark one goes about unseen
About such purposes none can gleen

Satan is laughable in compare
Yet most scorn he doth bear
For most subtle is the dark one's mask
Many centuries has he to complete his task

For those who think evil's the way
Are hopelessly ignorant and astray
And those of goodness and right will win
Are of such caliber, deluded again

For the dark one needs none of these
Concepts of man's moralities
Powerful and evolving is his way
Eroding your soul day by day

Welcome to a shadowed table...

And through the darkened doorway stands...

Wrath...

The Goddess awakens...