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.
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June 24, 2016 · 6:19 pm
Howard Pyle
Harvest Moon
–
Selene, She Comes For me.
the Queen of Night.
To be King, Until Light.
#B27321
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February 1, 2015 · 8:43 pm
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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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line.
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November 15, 2014 · 3:54 pm
Das festliche Jahr
Blood
Red
Moon
How I
Dream
of You
Perched
On the
Snowy
Peaks
Of my
Home
Land
the Renegades
&
OutLaws
Driven
To your
Heights
Where
a Man
Can
Stand
Sword
&
Board
Against
a Horde
Deeds
to Fill
Even
Croms
Hoary
Hall
with Mirth
#B27321
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