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In New York the leaves tempt tangerines and raspberries

from their chlorophyll

with more grace than me

tempting words from my busted hand.

It’s Tuesday and I’ve been staring out a screen

imagining the crisp scent of autumn

wafting from the nearest tree, but

I live in Florida and the leaves are as green as grapes

ripe from Publix

and the humidity still clings to every breath of air

ripening in the heat. The roadkill

is as pungent as ever

along the highway that takes me to neither

the trees nor the shore

and would carry it

if I could pull the bones from its broken body

to resurrect it on my bookshelf

next to the boar skull the ants cleaned

last spring. I’d watched the world wake

early from winter and weave

the coral vines through my fence

to strangle my budding tangerine tree

with the same intensity I denounce

the warm rains of early October

and the inadequacy of the living

to honor the dead.

in the garden, in the nighttime

(formerly 'slipping away in the garden in the nighttime', with Old English, Dutch, and Germanic influence)

the leaves play their roles

they change colors, giving shade,

raindrops—welled up tears

HELLOWEEN LIII

elloween contains 9 letters, The Devil's Number - Witches & Warlocks unleash omnipotent spells with words of Power - the sacrifices have been presented of their own accord, as we delight in ridding Satan's Earth of deserving vermin such as they. 

Nymphs and Satyrs have arisen to fan the hellflames of Lust & debauchery, dancing madly in the kundalini rush of Life & Death, the Incubus & Succubus have flown therefrom to possess the minds and bodies of those seeking release to emerge empowered & enraptured of passion's thrall.

Upon cobblestone skulls we see the Trapezoidal Throne there lit by sulfurous plumes flanking, and glowing the heads of those impaled. A procession there adjoining to receive Infernal Blessings in a morbid pageant of joy unending.

The Night gaunts call! Nightmares emerge to become as one! The Shadows possess one and all! ∞

In Nomine Satanas,

Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
The Haunted Noctuary, Infernal Empire, Black Earth
31 October LIII Anno Satanas

SEASONS IN HELL

Season Belial

he Devil's Covens gather forth at The Gates of Hell to reap the pleasures of previous spells...

Demon Winds, Dragon Wings, the colors of The Abyss upon flora & fauna cascading upon leaves strewn from tentacle vines & bloodthorned branches, as spiderweb veils gently dances. The faces of Satan interchanging with The harvest Moon, the wondrous sights and sounds of the season of gloom. Shadows stretch, The Hands of Doom. 

The Throne of Satan darkens the land with enchantment & mystery, pleasures & treasures possessed with ghoulish delight! 

Draegon Ouroboros sheds & turns another cycle of timelessness. 

Mighty Belial there calls forth in bestial rapport, hooves splitting rock, carving paths with Hellfire from cavernous Brimstone Pits, receive the triple mark of sulfurous plume! ∞

In Nomine Satanas,

Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
22 September, LIII
Noctuary, Infernal Empire

I get on one knee

for 

Persephone

and plant a seed

of

corn squash & bean

“marry me 

Spring and Autumn;

be mine

and I’m 

forever yours,”

Mankind

Here or yonder

Brings cause to wonder
Leaves are turning
Are we learning?

Life does not pause

For what is or was

What may seem blemished
Is soon replenished
As light filters through

Can't ask why or who
For all is as was
And that is the cause 

Autumn Spun

Colors spun with morning's light kiss,

summer shades - to another ends

Stretches far, blushed crimson to gold -

sojourn face of autumn ascends

Beauty surreal, to captive eyes,

landscape awash with vibrant hues

Kaleidoscope swirls to crow's song,

leaves dancing in the windswept ruse

Rustling footsteps, array of sound,

crackling retort from shuffled trail

Stirring ripples, aged earthen scents,

placid trappings 'neath season's veil

On waffing chill - robustly crisp,

chased by traces of smoky flue

Drifting by - like clouds in the sky,

hitching a ride,  you follow too

Hypnotic lure - into its spell,

nostalgic moments stored away

Memories formed - to live again

lost within the aura this day

© C.E.Vance

Autumnal Equinox XLIX

As The Devil's Fog creeps in, we enter into Season Belial with quaking hooves rising up from cavernous depths, coinciding with heartbeats running with the passions of the Strong and the fears of the weak.

The shadow of Samhain sweeps the land with dreadful shapes, bringing nefarious joy to the children of darkness; while the herd glimpse but a season into the shadow side of their hidden minds, made manifest through necromantic reflections.

The flames of Hell reveal secrets lain occult, enlightening those who seek the mysteries of the black earth, marvels to behold, burning in mind and body, purifying with carnal bliss. The Season of The Beast yields a cornucopia of delightfully sinful pleasures for those who take The Devil's hand, the carnal blessings of the flesh. Pleasures and treasures, tricks and treats to have and to hold.

Leaves blown from skeletal trees in the cool, sweetly burning winds of timeless evocation, enhancing the Magic flow, as Baphomet's eyes glisten in the candle light, amidst the music of the eternal night. ∞

In Nomine Satanas,

Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
The Haunted Noctuary, The Infernal Empire
Autumn Equinox, XLIX Anno Satanas