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Misanthropic Cadavers

Yes, they cut you open

that's how it

should feel when

eccedentesiasts

are liking flowers

but Ansel Adams

have a way of

viewing the gradation

of colorless subjects

Thy kingdom is not

from here,

until the baptised

took over

explaining away for

thee the stars

signs like I've never

heard before

just because

they are microcosmic

and macrocosmic

cosmotellurian timespace

I wish we are

not at all that soulless

and the forgiven

thuggish folks who

are actually moralless

werifesteria

it is chilly out there

now that october

is finally here

my clothes have

changed because

summer days

left swiftly

granted how

things can change us

drastically and subtly

but no one

seems to bother

to reflect about

the morrow

the time is now

the time is right

like papered over sorrow

of being alone

in this oleilu,

and i thought

life is better with

sei jaku

Unfinished Interlude

The world dims—
light falters, seas fall silent,
love cools to ash,
and memory frays into dust.

Yet in the hiatus,
a sudden blush of petals—
sakura, trembling in the air,
a brief rebellion of beauty
against the certainty of decay.

For a heartbeat,
the streets are rivers of pink snow,
  strangers pause,
    eyes lifted,
as if eternity had cracked open.

But the blossoms scatter,
sweep into gutters,
trampled under shoes.

The trains still run,
the markets open,
emails pile up,
and the world resumes
its business-as-usual.

The bloom was only a pause,
a reminder that even endings
carry their own fragile grace—

a petal clings to the sidewalk,

                              refusing to fall,
        another drifts, then another,
   each delay a small defiance,
each fall unfolding.

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Nightmare phantoms from Hades rise
Overshadows land, sea and sky
Spreading forth to bring darkness ever near
Nocturnal Dæmons invoking dread and fear
Strength and knowledge through sinful aplomb
Drægon wings, dæmon winds psitheur infernal whispers
Ancient Wisdom, Grimoires of Power We hold dear

Nightcrawling 'neath The Moon
Halloween is coming soon
Masks of Satan, Communion done
Candy corn and pumpkin rum
Tricks and treats and undead fun
Live by night & wake at dusk
Hibernation, blackened sun

Waxen Bonefires burn accursed
Impaled on pyres of lust and ire
One by one into The Pit
Another skull on staves to the spit
Spells are cast, fates are writ

Succubi Coven 'round pentagram spire
Midnight reflections Satanimal Beast
Baphomet Satan on Throne of Hellfire
Abyssal Gates open, Devilutions transpire
Sulphur brimstone permeates nocturn tides
The incense of Evil possesses your mind ∞

Bonnet in Spring

In fields where flowers bloom and grow,

A bonnet tied with a bow,

Shades her face in sunlight’s glow,

Soft winds gently blow,

Morning’s sweet show,

Petals low,

In rows,

Flow.