Through The Flames...
13 Windows Luciferic
Each one tells a tale
Inlain with what's happened here
13 Windows of Infernalight
Stained glass casting eerie spellglow
Transmutate by Sorath's sight
Fearsome shifting shadowlight
Season to season, down below
13 Windows made of blood, bone, & hellfire
Kaleidoscopic mesmerizing
Wisps through the air
All through the day & night
Symbols, spells, history
Dawn & Dusk permutations
Nightmares & Dreams revelation
All One timelessness
13 windows, 13 rooms
Changing shape within the ornate frames
Figures moving within these worlds
Casting visions through the flames
The Goat of A Thousand Young presiding
The levels of progression...
13 windows, glimpses of Hell
A different scene according to the date
13 Windows, casting a spell
13 Windows to the 'soul'...
If you look closely, you'll find yourself there!
F o r e v e r . . . ∞
13 Mirrors in the dark
Single candle flame
Flickering shadows come alive
Cold touch upon your flesh
Gazing at reflections deep into your mind
One by one, the masks come forth
Melting into one, the reflection resonance
From the corners of your eyes...
Etch the symbol on the glass with The sinister Horns
The portal opens wide
Pouring forth from the frame
They have been called from beyond
The Grave or The Gates of Hell
Necromancy, Demonology
By The Books, burning words upon the page...
Tapping on the glass, scratching at the window
The feeling of dread
The Presence arrives
They are here, they are here!
13 Mirrors in each room
13 Mirrors reflect doom
13 eyes to watch you
Passing through the pane
Will you join them on the other side...? ∞
Beneath the 13th Moon...
13 rooms, 13 graves, 13 ghosts, 13 mirrors, 13 spiders on the wall
13 Goblets, 13 tables, 13 shadows arise
The Séance brought them nigh, on that 13th night
13 Windows of infernal light
Passing through your eyes, into the soul, becoming one
The spiderwebs tell the story
13 Dimensions, reflections of another timeless now
13 clocks, 13 chimes, one for each room
Summoning Them forth
13 Demons unleashed on the 13th ring
Echoing through The House
13 drops of blood
13 signs, Black Dragon rise
Show Thy face, Mighty One!
Through the portal's way! ∞
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