fantasy

Akashic Records

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Poetry

Nyarlathotep knocked on the door,

An Anubis-guard opened it evermore.

Motioned us to get inside,

To Nyarlathotep it was no surprise.


He motioned me to sit at the table,

With the crystal tabletops.

And he went to the book shelves,

To get me a huge volume.


He smashed it on the table;

It was blue and covered in thorns.

I opened the cover;

And saw organs inside.


The text I could not read;

And I did not understand.

But in the back of the book

I found a crystal key

And it fitted in the slot

Of the tabletop.


Now I could watch the book

As if a movie on screen.

Again I saw organs

And horses

And the galaxy...


When I closed the book

Nyarlathotep put it away

In a strange place

Under his cloak.

As if it was an organ.


And for the last time on screen

I viewed a heart in darkness


Was the book his heart?

Was this a Necronomicon?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A Vision I had.

Aira - Part 2

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Poetry

City of marble and beryl

The curving river Nithra,

Where the poet Iranon

Had a father that once ruled as King!

 

Palaces with golden domes,

Gardens with flowing fountains;

In the midst of reflecting pools.

 

There stands a citadel,

View of the entire city.

And never so beautiful beholded,

As the view of the serene Sea.

 

Groves and fertile fields,

A brook called the Kra

Crosses the valley from the hills

In a series of waterfalls.

 

Forested with yath-trees,

Dreamed by the very poet

And they said it was only a dream...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Aira

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Poetry

Constructed of beryl and white,

This city glimmers in the night.

Gold-veined marble, golden-domed;

Famous for the lovely murals.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Afrasiah

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Poetry

Warrior Hero of Turan,

Semi-mythical ruler.

Also an ancient kingdom,

Bordered by the Oxus River.

 

Making war against the Persians, he lost;

But he is remembered by most!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Abracadabra

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Poetry

Charms and Spells,

Misfortune tells.

Make something disappear,

No regret, no tear...


Magical inverted triangle,

Inscription do bear.

One letter dropped,

Forming a triangle.

Abracadabra it is!


Warding off the plague,

Corruption of a phrase.

Quintus Serenus Sammonicus;

Inventing the erase.


"Abhadda kedhabhra",

Disappear at once!

"Abreq ad habra",

Hurl your thunderbolt

Even unto death.


Abraxas: The Gnostic God;

Evil Eye! O, Charm of mine!

Corruption of a Demon,

Of long-forgotten history.


Hobgoblin word,

Puritan Minister Increase Mather.

Crowley believed else,

Possessing great power 

In Abrahadabra itself!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Spiritual Magickal poem.

Camping By jfarrell

Camping

By jfarrell

 

“Toast. A nice golden brown colour, please.”

A blue jet of flame incinerates my bread on it’s skewer.

I brush away my singed eyebrows

And look at Karla.

“Can we try that again please, without the cremation?”

 

Karla bathes the second slice

Within a warm orange flame.

“Perfect!”

I run over, hug Karla

And give her a big kiss on the cheek.

 

Karla burps in embarrassment

And a blue jet of flame incinerates my tent.

“Hmmmm… Okay, maybe we won’t go camping this easter…

“How about finding some bridges….

“to redesign in your unique fashion.”

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

james stewart never had to put up with his rabbit burning everything, hehe

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Mini-Beast of the East

Mini-Beast of the East

By jfarrell

 

Solemnly we announce

That we have conclusive evidence

That the recent cold weather

Is a Russian attack!

 

We have known, for years,

Putin’s research into using

Satellites to manipulate the weather

And…..

 

We have evidence;

Here we present the video….

Putin, barechested and looking so manly,

Standing atop a mountain and blowing the clouds at us

 

Britain demands an explanation!

…or we’ll take away your gym membership!

We call on friends around the world (both of you)

To stand united with us.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

you've had the star wars programme, this is the ice wars programme

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The JellyBaby Uprising By jfarrell It started at the Merrow Street corner shop. I was just walking past, when it exploded And, out of the debris, emerged A 20ft tall, multicoloured JellyBaby. It outstretched its arms, Leaned back his head And gave a cr

The JellyBaby Uprising

By jfarrell

 

It started at the Merrow Street corner shop.

I was just walking past, when it exploded

And, out of the debris, emerged

A 20ft tall, multicoloured JellyBaby.

 

It outstretched its arms,

Leaned back his head

And gave a cry of fury

A chorus, as if a thousand voices, crying simultaneously;

 

“No more cruelty! No more eating us feet first!”

And with giant strides, several buses long,

Off it went, marching down the street,

Towards the Aylesbury Estate.

 

Choruses from miles around,

Hundreds? Thousands?

Arose and blew in on the breeze

“Feet first! No More!”

 

I saw 4 of them tear the Aylesbury Estate apart;

It didn’t take long;

I and some several dozen survivors

Are hiding in the Kiln, in Burgess Park.

 

Safe, for now.

Before the internet and the TV went silent…

It seemed to be worlwide…

The JellyBabies revolted.

 

They are in control.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a bit fun

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Echo of a shadow

Echo of a shadow

By jfarrell

 

I am just the echo of a shadow;

Out of the night I jump at you,

Translucent, ghostly faces,

The mist caught by the moonlight.

The body that wore this face,

Long dead.

 

As the breeze moves amongst the leaves,

You hear my cries of joy,

Howls of frustration,

Cries of torment and agony.

The voice that sang my words,

Long silent.

 

Condemned a witch and sentenced to burn,

Here, where you stand,

I am long turned to dust

Part of the very ground beneath you.

My soul, that burns for revenge,

Still burns.

 

I am the echo of the shadow;

The shadow that dwells within your soul.

You are here because I call to you,

Blood of my blood, through the ages.

I surrender to you my witchcraft, my magic,

Now, go forth and unleash my vengeance.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

loved NIN's "copy of a copy"

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