At the end, all is bound, In golden light, For to love death Is to admire life, As both are the same, Which through perfection Must be, United.
I sit in silence Or thunder and rain, Pulled there by a desire, Which seeks to manifest, Along paths that few invest. With incense and flame Or daylight and breeze, The power never wains, For as with eternities long gone, We are still with Magick at one With each breath I then pull… Continue reading Magick of Eternity
The cities are sour, Filled with people that cower Yet silently, and in bliss - the trees flower.
Beauty is typically considered a visual thing, for it lies in eyes of the beholder. I would, however, dispute this; and I would do it with Agalloch. This is a band that I cannot remember how I discovered their work, yet I know it has been a cornerstone of my audio pleasure for a long… Continue reading Album Review: Agalloch – The White
It is often imagined, that on a day like Halloween, we can experience it most ideally with a full moon in the night sky; that foggy, silver night, beset with the howls of things we cannot see, and thoughts of things we'd rather not ever. But isn't that just as it should be? And knowing… Continue reading On Halloween