witch

Sweet Fang

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Satanic Serenades

The corner of the eye
A glimpse of a tail
A spot of ink by the gate
A call in the night
The whisper of a gale

A black cat's ghost
Haunting the garden at night
By the dragon lilies, beneath the vines
In the moonlight, sleek and lithe
Giving him form, giving him flight
Those green eyes piercing the dark
And right into your dreams

Sweet Fang, Halloween cat
Child of the pumpkin patch

The black earth embraced you that night you decided to leave
Within such a short spanse you took the leap
Back to the pit, petrichor released
Surrounded by family, said your farewells to those who love you so
Sweet prince, you will forever live by us and with us

Sweet Fang, Halloween cat
Child of the pumpkin patch

Black cats and cobwebs, things that go bump in the night
Little goblin of the fold, a shadow in the window
A creature 'neath the bed, in the cupboard scratching late
A caress of the hand, a curl at the feet
Come and go as you please, and join the phantom parade

By what Bast has blessed us but for a spot in timelessness
We thank Thee in the name of Satan for this creature of fang and claw...

Sweet Fang, Halloween feline
Child of the pumpkin patch

So you left paw prints upon our hearts
And though you are still with us
We miss your corporeal form
And now from whence you lay in majestic display
Shall spring forth a tribute to life

Even moreso than spectral glimpses
Oh, that look upon your face!
Burned with love on my mind!
All expressions in one, everything for all time!
Haunts the canvas of my mind

A growl of objection, frustration and fight
A mighty clinging to pleasure and life
Thy gentle black flame did roar in a Fyfe
And in bewildered visage, the fog did arise
The Devil came for his kind

Sweet Fang, Halloween grace
Child of the pumpkin patch
Black cats and cobwebs, things that go bump in the night
Little goblin of the fold, a shadow in the window
A creature 'neath the bed, in the cupboard scratching late
A caress of the hand, a curl at the feet
Come and go as you please, and join the phantom parade

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Yidhra The Witch - Part II

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Poetry

Yidhra The Witch 

 

In the library of Alexandria

Yidhra was writing and reading;

Copying the ancient scrolls,

Of Eibon, Mhu Thulan and voodoo dolls.

 

The Elders banished her to 'other realm,

Behind the mirror the demons did overwhelm.

But I took her out of the mirror,

Her life here is much dearer.

 

In the mirror-realm I placed myself,

The demons will remember oneself.

Protecting of my soul,

The darkness of a ghoul.

Yidhra lives my life now,

I live Hers, it is not allowed.

 

Eagerly I wait for the Old Ones,

'cause that is what Yidhra does.

As Upper Witch of Them,

She is the ultimate gem!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Cthulhu Mythos Goddess Yidhra (a vision I had).

Yidhra The Witch

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Poetry

Yidhra The Witch 

 

Yidhra she came,

When I was insane.

Witch of the Old Ones,

Knowing the powers beyond.

 

She came for me

So the Old Ones can be free.

Preparing me

As a vessel for Thee.

 

The Druids tried to conceal me

In cloaks of pure red silk

But Yidhra could see through

And she did find me.

 

Only to bring one message:

The Old Ones will return...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Cthulhu Mythos Goddess Yidhra (a dream I had).

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Hooknose on Territory

Held in thy vigil coven,
woven by cold hands;
you hang your putrid colors.
You concoct your errant miseries
with those fools you've fooled to pit.
Spells and petty tricks of mind
in tandem with your hellish brews,
make bed the best of man with
hell to gain and land to lose.
Wives made dowry through exchange
into hives carved in blue mound
are rarely seen nor heard again,
until the newest coven's found.
Bound by thy tongue and smite,
burnt of soul and presence;
the women fall to sword,
just as you will, in due time.

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My Witching Hour

Down the hall of light, you wait.
I am dancing in the dark.
Being a saint is not my fate.
My soul and Luna will not part.

The shadows in my nirvana creep.
They wait for blessings at the door.
The hidden underworld of my sleep
Is arising to settle the crooked score.

The hourglass encased in ice;
Sacred and jinxed;
Ashen in smothering time.
The destined close their eyes;
My witching hour forever.

The zephyr grips my heart,
As the moon begins the fall.
My vices have become a lark
And the darkness will not stall.

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Hymn to Qayin by the Yam Suph

Breathe the air,
Oh Cain my kin,
Breathe the air,
Stench, heave it in.

Chava, Chava,Lil'yath,
See her now beside the Sea,
Dancing naked,
Cleft for thee.

Red waters flow,
The reeking Crow,
Under hill and barrow,
Take, my field is fallow.

Ye, me and I,
Seen through thine eye,
Emptied and dried,
Swollen black inside.

Empty me brother,
Reach deep in thy core,
Reach down to me brother,
And mount the Red Whore.

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Witching Hour

Tormented zombies come out for a horror play-fest
and every vampire coven stalks the night for prey –
all warlocks escort their witches at the end of day
and their black cats join them as they embark on this quest.

Princesses run down the streets while carrying their wands,
Angels smoothly glide along; halos attached and all –
life-size kitty cats purr in excitement of the Fall…
while some creatures are dressed as if they were Satan’s Spawn.

Boys and girls, every age, like to see sights so strange,
they come out in the chill, expecting to get their thrills –
there is only one way to have their wishes fulfilled…
it’s to dress up, go house to house, and act deranged.

This is quite a splendid sight, the children of the night
carrying plastic pumpkins overflowing with sweets –
they want the candy, but I prefer tricks over treats.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poem I wrote for my first Poetry writing class at VCU. This assignment: Write a syllabic poem of 15 lines.

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