July 1, 2018 · 3:13 pm
Christian Mølsted
—Aim—Less—
–
I Like The R.S. Aimless
(Royal Class Space Ship)
Maybe In the End
It’s All About the Ship.
(Circle)
& How It Brought Together
All These People
Like This Group
So After All It Was Not Aimless.
Bonds Forged & All That Jazz.
–
The Legend of The Seven Serpents:
From The Egg of Nothing
Came & Sprang
The Dragons of Creation …
They Poured Their Souls
Into The 7 Known Races
Before the Coming of Man
That Was
Now
He Has a Hand to Play
Sunder the Worlds
or One Great Nation
All They Left Behind
Were Dragon Scales
Pieces of Power
They Have Yet to UnFold
Myths & Legends
& Stories UnTold
Will Man
Be The Piece
That Has Been Missing
So Long
So Begins
Our Tale
(of Forgotten Lore)
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April 6, 2017 · 5:56 am
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.
#B27321
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August 15, 2016 · 2:06 am
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
#B27321
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August 10, 2016 · 9:34 pm
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
#B27321
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January 30, 2016 · 10:30 pm
Jean-Léon Gérôme
I Think
It
Just Began
When
you Went
to Hold
my Hand
the Plan
With Out
Knowing
the Hierarchy
Of
the Clan
Damn
From
With In
Not
With Out
the Proser
Staff
Have to
Make It
Count
Founded On
Gratitude
&
Chops
Willing to
Get In
the Ring
&
Tackle
Any Thing
That Is
the Song
I Sing
–
Mainly
to Entertain
me
&
Spark
an Interest
In my
Art
May be
Find a
Friend
Make
my Circle
Better
Than
When
I Start
That Is
What
Is In
my Hollow
Hollow
Heart
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June 18, 2015 · 10:44 pm
Gustave Dore
I Sit
a Lone
At
a Table
Round
All Seats
Vacant
the Circle
UnBound
No Friendly
Rivalry
Or Songs
Ribaldry
To Drive
Us On
To Heroic
Deeds
&
Thank
Less
Chivalry
All Lost
In Twilight’s
Fading
Memory
#B27321
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