I've sat through the years, Who tormented at their leisure, My life I was too proud to end, Until spite came to lure me, And offer ideas of creation, That I alone would hear spoken, Soon after which came a day, Where I would ordain myself - a god: Knowing by heart, conception, Until… Continue reading Phantasy
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
Humans are vessels, For an energy brighter than the stars, And who would seek to fly ever more On wings of gold and souls of old. But if you desire to prove me wrong Ask yourself, would you rather; Fly with me, Or sing your quarantine song?
Bright like the sun The serpent twists, Uncertain of it's fate in my hands. Were each scale a soul To whom it gave a fruit, Then each would be a death To those who, through faith, were mute. From the stars this serpent came Ablaze to Earth; "I am all that thou can… Continue reading Scenes of Orion
I'm pretty sure you've wondered this yourself; just what is the difference, and why does it matter? From An American Werewolf In London to the Lycans in Underworld, both terms are equally established, but not at all equal in meaning. For this post, I won't discuss their traits in too much detail, as this great… Continue reading Lycan Or Werewolf, That Is The Question