Seasons
in the garden, in the nighttime (with Old English, Dutch, and Germanic influence)
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
AestaSolstice LIII
pon Aestas Solstice, I ponder the days getting shorter and the onset of Autumn, in the last stride towards Helloween, with macrocosmic manifestations emerging shortly after 4th of July celebrations. I do appreciate the scantily clad maidens and succubi in this season of Hellfire, burning away vestments of perfidy to allow for prideful demonstration, stimulating the Lusts of onlickers.
Sorath, triumvirate ever-revolving! Amon, The Ram of The Sun, The Moon, The Stars... Black Sun Hellemental.
Evocations pondered of earthen adventures in nature traversing the wilderness, and themed environments created of imagination's fane. Satanimal Beast there runs rampant in carnal rapport possessing what may. Devil Winds course o'er flesh & hill to bring forth the shadows and gloom looming ominous in cumulus formation, a tapestry of Gothic splendor forever cycling throughout all timelessness. ∞
In Nomine Satanas,
Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
Haunted Noctuary, The Black Earth
21 June, LIII
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Feasts: Outdoor preparations, nocturnal open flame in hellfire pits, roasted foods, diurnal/noctunal salads. Polynesian, Egyptian, middle eastern cuisine.
Total Environment Decor: Polynesian and Egyptian motifs
Brown to green to brown
Brown to green to brown
By jfarrell
So the leaves have changed since I sobered up;
Spring was starting
And now autumn, fall, is tapping on my shoulder;
From winter brown to spring green, back to brown.
As a hot summer cools to a warm (hopefully) autumn,
The leaves go through their red phase,
More blood red than brown;
The trees rain blood, as if in protest at what they see.
And maybe, we should listen to them;
Most of the trees are older than any living person;
If they could speak
What wisdom, what secrets might they share?
Maybe, there is only one wisdom, one truth;
“Stop worrying; He will provide”;
I’ve yet to see a tree exhausted with stress;
Or worrying where its next meal is coming from.
From brown to green to brown;
With a little scarlet, a little blood letting;
Maybe, this winter, the trees will wear their frosty cloaks; silver white;
And, maybe I will appreciate it more, than I did before.
Summertime is Gone
Summer's fertile touch of life puts itself to sleep.
The radiant clouds shower us in their frozen weep.
The raven caws outside the door,
Miasma is seeping through the floor.
We cannot hold out anymore,
For summertime is gone.
Winter's touch as cold as ice
Envelopes this world in it's chill,
Growing ever colder still.
Iron are the shackles that bind
The gentle warmth we leave behind.
Silver is the ice that devours
Every fern and every flower.
The call has been heard loud and clear.
The time for winter is finally here.
The raven's caw outside the door.
The miasma seeping through the floor.
That gentle fire may shine no more,
For summertime is gone.
I get on one knee
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
Seasonal Love
Spring Showers and Summer Sunshine.
The seasons pass the baton to one another.
Showers of love just to be dried off by the sunshine.
Being left with a feeling of warmth and belonging.
The seasons remind me of the perfect examples of love.
More than just words these actions trail right behind them.
Fall Leaves and Winter White Wine.
I bag up all your leaves and never let them over flow because I never want you to fell overwhelmed by life.
Your shoulders will never feel heavy while I'm here.
White wine for the celebration of our love because few experience what conquers all.
Everyday is a holiday of love. 365 days of something special.
Nature teaches me what should be natural.
It's aware my sight occasionally blinds me, but I can always feel the seasons.
Autumnal Equinox XLIX A.S.
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
Summer Time
The sun in the heavens goes round e're round.
He casts bright glory o'er forest and town.
Healing warm rays are shone upon this season.
Filling our hearts with joy and reason.
It's a golden glad day, nay, tis a gilded grand year!
For we love it when bright Summer time is here.
