December 22, 2017 · 11:32 pm

Edmund Blair Leighton
You & I
–
Once
Upon
a Time
There Was
you & I
Reckless
& Wild
Dancing
With Fate
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Filed under Prose
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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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March 31, 2017 · 6:13 pm

Howard Pyle
New; Knew
–
I Don’t Know If Its New,
But I Do Know It Was New To me;
Nor Had I Ever Heard
Such a Thing Described To me.
For I Don’t Believe
They Are From This World or Any Other.
Demons Ripped From Another Dimension;
Nightmares Rendered Real.
Crazy I Know.
That Is Why I am Writing This,
Because Only On Paper
Can I UnLeash
This Torrent of Conflicting Emotion.
To Try To Make Some Sense of It,
To UnBurden my Mind,
Because Sex & Drink
Just Doesn’t Make It.
the First Time
I Was Drifting Through Some Southern Towns
& I Came Upon It,
In a Glass Case;
a Human Brain
With Filaments
Like Spiders’
Legs
& It Spoke To me,
In my Brain of Its Need to ImPregnate me.
I Escaped & Returned to Kill It
& Its Keeper.
Once Again
When I Was Working
As a Carny In a Run Down Town,
I Dealt Death to Another
In the Visage of An InSane Clown.
Nothing In the News Papers,
No Bounty On my Head;
I Know I Killed Them;
I Know Their Dead.
I Don’t Want to Go Back;
I Don’t Know If I Should.
Scared,
Edgy,
Shot Gun By the Bed;
Crazy,
MayBe;
I Can’t Get Them Out Of my Head.
I Can’t Stay I Have To Go.
Wait;
What Was That,
a Knock On the Door.
#B27321
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August 22, 2016 · 5:55 pm

Howard Pyle
Some Times
–
Some Times
Love Thrills
Like Music
Played Upon
your Spine
Some Times
Love Stills
the Pain
&
Hate
In Side
Some Times
Love Heals
the Savage
Soul
we Hide
Some Times
Love Kills
Like
a Shallow
Dive
Some Times
Love
Swills
the Dregs
That No
Body
Else
Can Find
Leaving Us
New Again
Some Times
#B27321
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May 11, 2016 · 6:44 pm

Howard Pyle
Beauty
–
She Came
Upon
the Shore
Riding
Sea Foam
&
a Shell
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Filed under Prose
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April 16, 2016 · 12:31 am

Edmund Blair Leighton
a Love Story
–
Black Pen
Upon
a White
Bed
#B27321
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November 10, 2015 · 11:39 am
I
Make
an
Lend me
Some
Cast
a
–

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.
#B27321
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February 5, 2014 · 8:35 pm
–
“The Weird Tales Submissions Process”
–

N.C. Wyeth
I am
Disheartened
to See
that Lovecraft
&
Howard
were Not
your
Story Choices
but Perhaps
They
have
a Part
to Play.
Tesla
In the
Arkham
Sanitarium
Upon a
Frigid
Winter’s
Night
His
Pigeons
from Hell
In
Glorious Flight.
Quill
In Hand
Searching
to
Thwart
the Outer
Gods
Cold
Hideous
Might
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