The Witch's Familiar by BlackCatMagick, literature
Literature
The Witch's Familiar
Silent as a wraith I glide
Across the spangled heavens wide
To the castle where a sorceress dwells
For I'm her scribe, the Keeper of Spells.
With passion does my mistress pour
Over tomes of forgotten lore
While I keep watch all through the night
Recording rites by candlelight.
Tonight, the veils between worlds are thin
A Sabbat to our pious kin.
The Witches Creed we must abide
We will take a starlit broomstick ride
Hooded maiden and an owl on the wing;
Brightest Samhain Blessings we bring!
Dark Prince's Delight by BlackCatMagick, literature
Literature
Dark Prince's Delight
My lady, tread carefully through this night
You poor sweet thing, you’re such a pretty sight.
I couldn’t miss you standing there
With such an alluring scent in the air.
I can hear your heart beating fast and strong
Come closer now, this won’t take long.
Were you not warned of fiends like me?
Too late darling, it’s useless to flee.
Pray for your soul now, but your god is deaf
You’re in my element; you’ve little time left.
Now don’t you stop screaming, my dear
Don’t you stop running, I live for your fear.
Allow me to drown in decadent red
Revitalize my heart, now frigid and dead.
By now you must
Midnight hair, so sleek and fair
with eyes so baleful and raw.
A lordly countenance does he bear,
Graced with a vindictive, grinning maw.
Bringer of omens both evil and benign,
True sovereign of legend is he.
A foreboding sight in Western lore,
Yet in ancient Egypt, a deity.
He was the most silent of sufferers
For when the Plague began,
It took naught to invoke the wrath
Of a superstitious clan.
Amid the carnage of the Black Death
Rose one accordant cry:
"Light the pyres, burn them all,
The heathens all must die!"
At the strike of the witching hour,
Into a boiling cauldron he was thrown
By a heartless voodoo conjurer
To procure his magic bo
Amid polished stones and withered bones
Above solitary ashes, decay and rot
Where minions fly through a tainted sky,
Tonight he walks while they cannot.
Of graveyard soil, forged from toil,
An idle void bereaved of bliss.
Keeper of hate, of misfortune and fate
Forsaken by the reaper’s kiss.
Messenger of Molech, heartless and stoic
Of suffering, malice, and malignant spells.
Eternally serving, bound to preserving
The dismal necropolis where he dwells.
To the Dark Side of Technology by BlackCatMagick, literature
Literature
To the Dark Side of Technology
Science - you vengeful, ravenous beast.
Can you never be sated, never satisfied in the least?
Within your core beats an iron heart that won't die,
Fueling the barbarous claw and meddling eye.
Can you leave no corner or crevice untamed?
Must you ravage one's fancy without mercy or shame?
Have you not desolated the last of the sidhe,
Chased the nymph from her spring, the dryad from her tree?
What will you do when there is nothing left to explore,
When all the world's mysteries are mysteries no more?