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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.

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Fallen Line

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Eugène Delacroix

Eugène Delacroix

Leighton’s Projector 

I Have Done It.
I Have Created the Projector,
a Portal to Another Dimension.

X

or What Ever the Inhabitants

of This Hellish World,
the Shadow People Call It.
Long Have I Fought

These Delusions of a Fragmented Mind.
Now,
They Will Find

That my Insanity was No Laughter.
That These Were the Demons

That Escaped the Chest,
Till Only Hope was Left.
These Were the Maladies,
Our Second Selves.
All Our Fears & Self Loathing,
Like Diseased Bags In the Wind.
Purge This Land

Till Only God Man Is Left Standing,
We can Win.

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Fallen Line 

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

What Had
Happened To me 

I Had Never Been to a Séance Before.
Strange Things

Were Going On In This House.
I Had to Admit

If Any Place Had a Right to Be Haunted
It Was This One.
They Said the Foundations Were Pre Roman,
Old as the Stones,
the Story Goes.
Dreams of the Screams,
Those That Died Here by Flame, Plague, & Torture;
Haunt my Sleep.
The Dark Man,
All Ways In the Back;
All Ways.
Like Puppets In a Play
& He Holding the Strings.
They Started to Weave
These Dreams

Into my Waking World.
I Had to Get Some Sleep,
Some Release.
So I Took It Up With the Proprietor,
the Count;
a Family Friend.
His Haunted Hollow Eyes
Saying Much More to me
Than we Shall See
What This Meet Brings.
It Was I,
the Count & Two Gentlemen.
One a Learned Doctor of Court,
No Stranger to the Bizarre,
The Other a Professor of History
& the Occult Sciences;
He Would Be Leading Us
Through This Strange Ceremony.
No Sooner Had we Began our Introductions
Over Brandy & Cigars,
Then a Manifestation Became Evident.
A Globe of Brilliant Light
to Turn the Night to Day
& Say your Payment Is Due,
Entered the Room.
The Count Pointed to me
& Said you May Have Him.
For 13 Months
I Know Not What I Do,
Till They Pulled me From the River;
Ran Through.
6 Months In a Hospital Half the World a Way,
Tomorrow Is the Day;
the Count Explains. 

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Disturbing Dreams

Disturbing Dreams;
Things I Have Seen,
Since Falling In With This Crowd.
Surely It Has Been;
Lack of Sleep,
Little to Eat.
Going On Three Weeks,
a Binge It Seems.
Ruined Estate,
Over Grown Fields;
a Forest That Screams Leave me a Lone.
I Know It Has to be One of you Sick Fucks.
The Only Demons Are In my Head
&

the Day Light Shows Only Trees.
Only me;
you,
&

Her,
Left;
It Has to be

One of the Three.

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Nikolas Gysis

Nikolas Gysis

The Looking Glass

Most Darkly

The Looking Glass

Most Darkly
as I Peer Into

your Inner Most Sins.
Dark In Deed

Is the Sight

That Greets me,
Black & White

& Splattered Red.
Half Formed

Baby Heads

& Virgin Skin,
Jars of Nightmares

Rendered Real.
All as I Pray

you Don’t See me,
my Horrified Eye,
Wide
with Shocked Disbelief.
As the Most

Beautiful Women

I Have Ever Seen,
Comes Forth

From the Floor

& Kisses your Ring.
Eyes;
Startling Red

& Naked as Aphrodite

Risen From the Sea.
Transfixed She Met Mine;
Lust Intertwined my Mind.
Passions Played Out

& Greeted Eagerly;
Time Ceased to Count
as I Continued to Mount,
Her Eyes Blazing Still.

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Arthur Pyle

Howard Pyle

More

Wracked

by a Million

Battles;
my Flesh

an Old Sole.
Still I Go,

Searching,

Searching,
For a Mystery

to UnFold.

It Has Lead me

To your Door;
What Pray Tell

Will This Story Hold.
Another Contest of Wills,
So you May Test

the Iron of my Spine.
Ever

It Has Driven me Forth,

Searching,
Searching

For More.

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H.P. Lovecraft In 1915

H.P. Lovecraft In 1915

The Eerie Music of H.P.

The Voids & Gulfs It Held In Trance.
Of Outer Gods, Demons, Devils,

& Human Headed Rats.
Of Cemetery Yards & the Animated Damned;
Trilling Throats Offer Up

Kə-THOO-Loo’s

Hideous Demands;
Human Sheep UnWilling Flesh Bags.
Allowing His Eyes to Focus & His Mind to Mingle,
as He Sits In the Deep, Deep;
Seeking to Throw Off Time’s Sleep.

Searching, Questing For the Lost Lullaby
of Dominion Over Man.
Written by the Hand of the Master Zann.
So His Children of the Sea Can Thrive, Breed,
& Hold Sway Once Again.

Starving Not Just For the Souls of Man,
But the Meat In All Its Many Forms;
In your Inner Most Dreams He Creeps,
Pulling you With In His Reach.

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Engraving

Engraving

This
Wooden
Puppet
Clothed
In the
Flesh
Of my
Father
a Small
Pecan
Nut
of Death
Fitting
Eulogy
For the
Sins
He Made
me Commit

UnWanted at Birth,

Raised In a State Home;
Sold to the Master Carpenter

Ebenezer
& His Cruel Task Master

Rumpelstiltskin.
6 When I Came,

13 Now I Be.

My Greatest Creation

I Summon Thee.
Born of Shame,

Hate, & Pain;

Come Forth, Come Forth,
& Set me Free.
Souls & Slaughter I Offer,

Come Forth, Come Forth,
& Sup On

my Enemies.

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Thomas Cole

Thomas Cole

Stone & Steel

on To

the Temple

of Hephaestus;

What Glory a Waits me,

Forlorn Son

of Past Noble Deeds.

OnWard

to the Treasures

Only I Could Steal,

Past Gorges & Ravines.

Through Withering Heights

I Followed This Dream,

Minerva’s Steed.

No Earthly Things Did I See,

Only Cold, HardShip & Depravity;

Till I Reached That Crystal

Cavern of Old.

The Lame God

was Depicted In Many Scenes,

the Love of Fire & Forge

& That

Which I did Seek;

His Crowning Achievement

the Star Sword;

Aphrodite’s Bane;

Aries’ Whore.

What I Wonder

Will Bar my Door

From This & More.

In Answer Blood was Spilt;

Mine.

For That Steel Clad Creature

Had None I Could Find.

Brazen Brass Bull,

my Blade

a Tiny Broken Thing.

Sharp Fingers Rend Flesh,

Curses Give Way to Screams

At the Test

of Metal Against Muscle.

Plunging the Pommel

Through One

of Its Fiery

Red Orbs;

Kicking Out with Both Feet.

Thrusting It & Much of me;

For the Talons Still Did Cling

to Pieces of me,

From the Shelf

Where we Did Battle.

In To the Fire

That Did Ring us In

Before a Bridge.

Where I Once Again

Took Up my Plight,

For I Saw No Way

It Could Survive

Or Climb the Black Night

That Had Swallowed

the Guardian

of the Crypt.

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Johannes Egenberger

Johannes Egenberger

Fattened Sow

Through the Black Twisted Sea,
you Come Searching for me.
You Would Follow me

to the Mountains of the Moon,
to Ensure my Doom,
you Said to me.
I have Thwarted you

On Both Sea & Land,
me & my Red Hands.
Shame & Scorn

Is What you Have to Look For.
As we Slink In the Night to Burn
& Plunder All you Hold Right.
With Taxes & Levies you Burden us Down.
Thrust, Cut, & Parry, you Fattened Sow.
We of the Free Company will not Bare your Yoke.
Rather,

Look you In the Eye,

Stand & Die,

Not Mice but Men.
The Mountains of the Moon

Could not Come too Soon,
to End your Miserable Life.

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Fallen Line.

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