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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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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

you II

Desire,

Will,

Fire;

I Have

Said It

Before.
It Is

What

Drives me

To your

Door.
Wanting More

&

More

you

Pox Riddled

Whore.

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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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Pierre Juilien Gilbert

Pierre Juilien Gilbert

Burn

Burn
Was the
Echo
In my
Head
Burn
Was
What
the Board
Had
Said
Burn
was What
the Candles
Did
As
the Room
Was Set
a Light
Burn
Is What
She Said
As She
Melted
In
the Night
Burn
Is What
the House
Did
All
In Flames
Burn
Is How
the Memory
Remains 

Burn

Was

the Baby

In

It’s Bed,

Burn

I Would

Rather,

Than Not

Be Dead

Burn

Is

the Planchette

In

my Hand,

Burn

I Know

I Must

Be Damned

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

the Kennels of Men

my Biggest
Fear
That I
Will Have
to Kill
Again
&

Again
the Seer
Said
There Were
Wolves
Parading
As Men
&

I
Was Him
you See
the Taste
was Acquired
In
the Kennels
the Pen
Where
They Taught
you
the Value
of Sin
&

Size
Did Not
Matter
On Wit
you Lived
&

the
Only
Win
Was Standing
Out Side
Bars
That
Did Not
Bend
That my
Friend
Is Fear
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Waterhouse

Waterhouse

Why So
Serious
the Joker
Said
To me
As I
Was Taking
a Pee
Strange
As It
Seems
I Said
Are you
Talking
To me
Laughing
He Turned
Out
the Lights
As He
Went
To Leave
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I

Make

an

Lend me

Some

Cast

a

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Thomas Cole

Thomas Cole

A Hundred Words

A Hundred Words

It Must Be

you Said To me.
What to Pull From my Head

to Fill This Thread.
Since Word Count

Is Pressed Upon Thee,
Thy Enemy.
Let’s See

What Will Flee

From This Starving Mind.
Story Time
& I Can Not Find

a Thing to Fill This Blank Page.
I Try to Rhyme

Making It Harder Still.
Hoping the Flow

Will Help me To the Goal,
Still my Skill Falters
& a Hundred Words

Looms Like a Prison Gate.
I Roll my Shoulders,

Crack my Neck & Smile.
Glad to See

I Still Got What It Takes.
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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. 

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

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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.

Taken From
the Private

Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line.

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Gustave Dore

Gustave Dore

Amra

Stands

Before

the

Man

they

Call

the

Mountain

Sword

&

Board

Blood

&

Bone

The Lion

Roars

Splitting

Helm

&

Brigandine

to the

Knee

Strike

my

Shield

I will

Meet

Thee

Said

He

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