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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Evariste Vital Luminais

All These Lands
Have Felt my Hand
As a Slave
Thief
Reaver of Men
Slayer of Demons
Toppler of Kingdoms
the Lion Crowned Dragon
All These Things I am
I Who Have Drank Blood
From my First Gasp
Pray to my Grimm Grey God
So to Shall be my Last
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Friedrich Wilhelm Heine

Seeing Red

you’ll Know

the Polls will Smell

Blood

to Wash aWay

This Hell

Illegal Immigrants

More Rights

Than CitizenShip 

What Do

Democrats Stand For

Anarchy

& Sewers to Live In

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Henry Fuseli

Ravioli Knights

Infidelity
a Broken Ring,
a Vow
That Means
Nothing Now,
Lies
Like Spread Thighs;
Cottage Cheese For Seasoning.
True
That Should Have Been
Like Glue,
Not
Like Rot
Seven Seasons Dead.
In This Room
I Have Been Held
For the Murders of you
I Thought a Friend
& the Mob Who
Bought It
Trying For my Head.
Just me you See
With a Canned Good
Against you
& Three.
the Misery I With Stood
2 To the Chest
& One Beside the Eye.
Yes,
the 45 Caliber Kind.
to Drain & Die
On This Kitchen Floor
Was Not What I Was Made For.
If I Was to Die
It Was to Be In Battle Sweet
or Between the Legs
of a Lady Riding High.
Not Treachery
Both Foul & Deep.
Luring me With Sex & Song
to the Valley of Sleep;
Having Done
I Went For a Bottle of Beer
& Surprise Who Should I Meet
But 3 Long Shadows
Waiting There For me.
Flash,
Flash,
Flash,
Down I Was InDeed,
Blood Red Agony,
Not a Breath to Breathe,
Pain Bright Dizzying.
Laying There Wondering
If This Was the End For me,
the Vest Had Not Held
& Crimson Was Blossoming.
They Left to Check & See,
To Get the Stuff to Dismantle me.
In the Tub to Bleed
& Then the Cutting;
No, No,
Not For me
As I Slipped Ravioli In a Sock.
First,
I Came to Crush your Skull
my Lovely Little Girl.
Then the Man
Who Came to Gut me Like a Pig
& Then the 2
to Help Move.
It Was Such a Gristly Scene,
Had to Be Burning.
I Will Never Forget
That Night.
Standing Above
Those Broken Things
Screaming Triumphantly
As the Kerosene Burned Bright,
Ravioli Nights
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Spencer Stanhope

Crimson Queen

Satan; Adversary,
Lucifer; Morning Star,
but She was Older much Older.
Older Than the Castrating Cult
of the Great Mother;
Cybele,
She Was the Oldest
& Greatest of Gods,
She Was Eros;
Desire,
the Crimson Queen.
& We,
my Family & I
Have Served Her
Since Man
First Crawled From the Wild.
We Who Have Suckled From Her Tit.
Who Have Known Her
As Pandora
& Again
As Eve.
We Were There
When the Walls of Troy Fell
& Again
When We Pierced the White Gods Side.
We Are the Ones
Said to Wear the Mark;
the Mark of Cain;
the Spear
& to This Day
We Are Still Known
As the Sons of the Dragon.
Yes,
Even He
of the Impaling Fist
Served Her;
Her
Blood Red Bliss.
She Who Came to Us
When the Moon Was Swollen,
Swollen With Sin
& Desire
Desire
Like Fire.
a Fire to Sear your Soul
& Strip your Sanity.
Bacchanalian Rites
of the Blackest Kind,
Orgies
of Mutilation & Murder.
She Would Stroll Through
Some Times Stopping
to Touch a Subjects Head.
As Her Worshippers
Offered Up Their Bloody Sacrifices;
Dripping Mangled Manhood.
Blood Wine
Heaped With Herbs
of the Darkest Sort,
Flesh of the Fallen;
Man,
Beast,
or Child;
Was the Feast We Had.
Screams of Agony & Ecstasy
In the Torch Light,
the Scarlet Flames Illuminating
Hellish Flickering Scenes
of Satanic Night.
She Covered In the Blood of the Devout,
Licking Her Fingers
Bouncing About
All Eyes & Thighs,
Tits & Ass.
Tonight I Was to Receive my Birth Right.
Ouroboros; the Snake Circle,
So Driven by Desire
It Eats Its Own Tail;
to Take the Place of my Father,
I the Oldest Surviving Son In an UnBroken Line
Since Life Began.
I to Sit Upon Her Left Side
& He
to Cross Over
& Serve Her In Her Own Land;
Hand Picked Children
In the Image
of Lillith.
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Antoine Wiertz

Antoine Wiertz

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Discarded
Dreams
of Immortality
&
Meat
Puppets
that Scream
of Blood
that Flows
like Sand
Reanimated
Man
the Damned
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These Are my Thoughts
As I Dine On
Canned Beer
& Beans
& Meat
Better Left
Unexplained.
They Say It Came From Fukushima,
Radioactive Waste
Flooding the Seas.
I Just Know
It’s Real,
Like West’s
Sinful Serum
the Dead
Won’t Stay Down.
Killing Friends,
Lovers,
& Kids
In a Nightmare
That Won’t End;
a Game Played
In Blood,
Bullets,
& Pain.
Head For the Hills,
Fresh Water,
the Mountains,
the Oceans;
Poison,
the Cities
Choked
With a Rictus
Grin.
This I Say
To you,
When the Dead
Walk
the Living
are Damned.
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Edmund Blair Leighton

Edmund Blair Leighton

Blood

of Dreams

Etched
In Ink
Are
the Tears
I Shed
the Blood
of Dreams
Squeezed
From
my Hand
I Search
For
a Friend
a Circle
a Stand
Have I
Found
It
In This
Worthy
Band
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Arthur Rackham

Arthur Rackham

Blade Dancer

Blade Dancing
a Form
of Dueling
With Bladed
Gauntlets
First Blood
Or

Death
you Heard
It Said
To Right
Wrongs
Or

Prove
you’re
the Best
a Circle
In
the Sand
No Arms
Or

Armor
Just Blades
For Hands
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Waterhouse

Waterhouse

Blood Sport

If you
Don’t Know
Writing
Is
a Full
Contact
Sport
you Got
aLot
to Learn
Just Look
At
the Wrecks
aLong
the Road
the Price
you Pay
the Heavy
Toll

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Vicente Carducho

Vicente Carducho

Black Book

So It Seems,

you Come To me.
After Years of Pain UnTold,
Searching For the Words To Sell my Soul.
Blood & Sacrifice;
the Darkest of Deeds Has Made you Real.
A Bargain To Seal.
Would you Grant my Wish,
Ever Lasting Youth
or Am I to Play the Stooge;
a Blasphemous Fool.
Too Late For Regrets,
the Game Is Screwed.

Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line

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Ra-Harphist

Ra-Harphist

RA
my God
Take These
Sacrifices
to Appease
your Might
&

Once
More
Send Forth
your Blessed
Light
RA
my God
Blood
&

Souls
to Make
you Shine
Divine
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