All The Devils Were There I used to dress in bakers whiteand take a basket of breadto Halloween parties.I never found many takers.Spiced pumpkin,apple cakesand candywere always more popular.So I had a re-think.Now I take a basket of babies.They can’t get enough of themall of those devils out there,even those who come as angelsgather round … Continue reading Halloween Guest Feature- Lynn White
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Dance of the Gravestones- Michael Erickson
Why am I drawn to such dark lines and paths? Where cold damp soaks into feet quite bare. I’ll catch my death wallowing between these dead leaves, As I look upon these smooth faces of stone. But my hands are tied about with thoughts, They torment my already trouble soul. And so I find myself … Continue reading Dance of the Gravestones- Michael Erickson
Pandora’s Box- Michael Erickson
**Fair warning this is is a Halloween post. It’s definitely not like my other peaceful nature posts.** Grasping hands in the dark, Broken nails scrape across rough metal. Screams abound in this darkest of places, As we howl for our freedom. Seared by sun and slick with sweat, Our bodies writhe in this pitch of … Continue reading Pandora’s Box- Michael Erickson
Witch’s Flight- Michael Erickson
Call upon a forgotten kiss, And walk with slumbering minds. Lilt with the drifting oak leaves, Tosses to and fro upon the road. Autumn has extended its hooks, And I a fool come falling. Catch me upon these drifting lands, Where I may burry my madness. For I am gone upon the burning world, Marked … Continue reading Witch’s Flight- Michael Erickson
Rising Death- Michael Erickson
I will not be forgotten, As those of drifting dust. Bones resting within their crypts, Beneath layers of peace unending. This will not be how I go, Words to be forgotten upon new fallen snow. I call upon my darkest parts, And touch these names of stone. In deepest graves so carefully laid, With Fire … Continue reading Rising Death- Michael Erickson
Wood of Yew- Michael Erickson
Sing out oh blades of jet and glass so hewn, The bell tolls our final doom. With symbols drawn and lines thus curved, The Beast is called for mortal men unnerved. Our darkness binds as goodness falls, Inner gates crumble beneath foul witch's gall. Bells upon the water scream, Voices call within the deep. Rush … Continue reading Wood of Yew- Michael Erickson
Bone Glass Spell- Michael Erickson
Twisted bone of fashioned walnut, Tethered together with string. Wrap this little wicker-man tight as sinew, Dangle him kicking over a sting. Stoke the fire with fork of cedar, Bring the blood to boil. Add a wanderer's hair for a pinch, When moon has grown too full. Rake his frame across the yew, Then drop … Continue reading Bone Glass Spell- Michael Erickson
The VVitch Amelia- Michael Erickson
Threaded am I, Part of a greater fabric twisting this world together. Hands of death weave me between strands of life. A tool in the grip of a master, Child's play for an eternal Queen. A Queen that waits for no man, But only for the soft whispering of Gaia herself. As do I beneath … Continue reading The VVitch Amelia- Michael Erickson
Beside My Grave- Michael Erickson
Stand here quiet beside my grave, 'Neath shadowed pines and maples gray. Hear my whispers beneath the stone, Twisted round roots full grown. A secret kept for a hundred years, Preys upon your deepest fears. Lay your hand upon my name, Dripping sweet of blood unclaimed. Let me rise with rotten bloom, To bring forth … Continue reading Beside My Grave- Michael Erickson
Night’s Embrace- Michael Erickson
Feet crunching upon dried leaves, Rustling between gentle breathes of wind. Brisk air caresses my body, giving me gooseflesh and shivers. As I watch this world descend into fire and darkness. As a leviathan diving to the deep the sun slips beneath a coming wave. Night fills the holds of day plunging me into its … Continue reading Night’s Embrace- Michael Erickson
