The Fall Ball

Economy of Action


The fir tree had no

new gown for the fall ball

but at November's close

it was apparent that

only she had clothes

(to NSMB)

(May all those who are facing hunger and eviction receive immediate


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October's raring to get us high on sugar
with temperature falling


In an elevating freight elevator
I overheard a conversation between two adults


behind their ragged full grown beard
which could hide their faces


but failed to hide their
childish love for colorful things


They were discussing if
skittles were even considered candies.

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Autumnal Equinox LIII

Seasons In Hell




Season Belial

The 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

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October Day

October day, Daniella Carmona

Sarah used to wait for the underground every day to go to work. Each morning was the same. She woke up, cooked herself some scrambled eggs, sausages and baked beans on the side. She toasted some bread and made herself some tea, served her dog some kibbles and walked a couple of streets to get to the underground station. Rainy, gray days, but beautiful ones, in spite of the misconception that those type of days are sad. Though, ordinary days. She sat and waited. Long black hair, deep brown eyes, intense look. Sarah was a journalist and worked on an important paper of her country. She loved her job. She loved history, art, life. She loved music, her favorite type of art.

Lewis used to drive his car to get to work. One day, in the month of October, when the orange, yellow, and brown leaves fell from the trees, his car stopped working so he decided to take the underground to get to work. Each morning was the same. He woke up, poured some milk on a bowl and served himself cereal. Then he went to a local coffee shop near his flat. Regularly, he came back with his coffee and ran his car, but that autumn day, he took the underground. It was a rainy day, though a beautiful one. He sat and waited. Short blond hair, deep blue eyes, kind look. Lewis was an engineer in musical production and worked at a record company. He loved his job. One of his hobbies was to collect vinyl records.

The underground arrived, Sarah and Lewis hopped in. Sarah sat in front of the row of seats where Lewis sat. She grabbed the book she was reading, “The Romanov Sisters” by Helen Rappaport. Lewis sat and starred at her. He had noticed her since she hopped on the underground and couldn’t stop starring at her. Shy look, though, intense. Beauty, mystery and intellect had joined together to create a symphony. Sarah had arrived in her station so she was about to get off the underground. Lewis noticed that she packed her book and grabbed her briefcase. He had to talk to her. Although, he was kind of shy, he decided to go down in the same station, even though he was going to get down in another one to get to his work. He approached her and asked her for her name and number. Sarah looked at him and starred into his deep blue eyes. He seemed to be nice and kind. She starred at the tattoos on his arms which she loved. Lewis gave Sarah his number as well. Then, Lewis had to take the underground and Sarah kept walking to get to her work.

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After The Golden Age


Chaos should not cease

To dominate the world.

O yes, Nyarlathotep;

Will rule!


No wish for harmony,

Of its Golden Age;

It was before the Fall.


Reveling in constant disorder,

But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;

Giving His first allegiance

To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth

Remembering old times of this God.


Cthulhu does side with Him,

But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;

As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,

Who invented this very world...


Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,

As Dagon; the Deep One Lord

And not even he can say

What will happen when there remains

A Princess restored on Her throne,

A Princess on Ebony Bone.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Rise, Fall, Rise!

Unrhymed Poetenry

Your enemies will try to crush you,

Your close friends will hurt you,

Your soul may fall down like Icarus,

Yet you have to rise, every time you fall!


Make a choice, work harder,

Have a dream, have a vision,

Start working, start achieving it,

Never give in, never give up!


Take life by the collar!


You can do it, yes you can!

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Surely Today

Today is the day

If not today,

then perhaps tomorrow?

But I know that today,

today I will fall in love.

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Alive in Autumn (day 58)

I wrap myself in a new fresh air cocoon

and sigh desperately content for

another breeze coming, now now…now,

just like always, I know

but it seems like I’ve missed it more than usual this year


I’ve gotten used to the burning wind rushing up my back

but I can’t stand it


I wrap myself in the friendly hum

of these creatures, they walk so lightly

I can tell they love the same things I do


I don’t need any other energy

than the charm that crowns my head

when I shake the tops of trees

and all the colors fall down


It’s like a sugar rush,

coming back here

it fits like a glove

on our wanders through the spiraling paths

that have almost disappeared

for the leaves setting my ground on fire


why’s it called fall when I walk so high?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 9/27/16

Sugar rush

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God, what beautiful weather
The leaves sing
As they touch together 
Excited by wind from up north
Giving away their last voice
Relinquishing from the host
To start a new journey
Decaying breakdown 
To be transformed 
Returning to the highest of highs
Upon their tree of life. 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Fall weather

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