ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 8:06pm
12th Nov 2024 8:06pm
Cast Down
In shadowed glen where moonlight dies
And whispers rise to blackened skies
The heathen throng in secret meet
To bow before their gods’ dread feet
A crimson fire illumes the night
Its glow a curse, its warmth a blight
The air is thick with ashen breath
A hymn to chaos, wrought in death
Their chants, a wail of fractured tone
Do summon powers dark, unknown
With twisted rites and forms obscene
They crown the void their shadowed queen
The altar, stained with lifeblood spilt
Is carved with signs of ancient guilt ...
And whispers rise to blackened skies
The heathen throng in secret meet
To bow before their gods’ dread feet
A crimson fire illumes the night
Its glow a curse, its warmth a blight
The air is thick with ashen breath
A hymn to chaos, wrought in death
Their chants, a wail of fractured tone
Do summon powers dark, unknown
With twisted rites and forms obscene
They crown the void their shadowed queen
The altar, stained with lifeblood spilt
Is carved with signs of ancient guilt ...
#curse
#dark
#evil
#forest
#magic
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 6:53am
12th Nov 2024 6:53am
Sacrificial Monolith
Beneath the moon’s unwholesome light
Where shadows coil in endless night
There stands a stone of blackened hue
Carved deep by hands no man e’er knew
Before the Slavs, before the Magyar’s tread
A race debauched, both damned and dread
Did rule these lands with rites obscene
In homage to their shadowed queen
They danced beneath the gibbous moon
To pipe and drum, their foulest tune
Their bodies writhed, unbound by grace
A beast-like, dark, forgotten race
Upon this stone their rites did burn
Where life and flesh to...
Where shadows coil in endless night
There stands a stone of blackened hue
Carved deep by hands no man e’er knew
Before the Slavs, before the Magyar’s tread
A race debauched, both damned and dread
Did rule these lands with rites obscene
In homage to their shadowed queen
They danced beneath the gibbous moon
To pipe and drum, their foulest tune
Their bodies writhed, unbound by grace
A beast-like, dark, forgotten race
Upon this stone their rites did burn
Where life and flesh to...
#dark
#death
#evil
#forest
#magic
110 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 2:01pm
7th Nov 2024 2:01pm
THE FORCES OF HEKA
Through the veins of kings and mortal men,
Flows the ancient spark of Heka’s ken,
A magic deep, a fire within,
A force so potent, God tremble in its spin.
In cosmic scripts, the words unfold,
A rebellion of mankind, fierce and bold,
The eye of Re-Atum, creator’s gaze,
Falls upon the world in sudden blaze.
“Beware,” he warns, “these mortal hands,
Hold spells the gods may not withstand,
For Heka’s spirit resides in flesh,
Binding cosmic law in human mesh.”
With magic gained, the mortal king,
Gains...
Flows the ancient spark of Heka’s ken,
A magic deep, a fire within,
A force so potent, God tremble in its spin.
In cosmic scripts, the words unfold,
A rebellion of mankind, fierce and bold,
The eye of Re-Atum, creator’s gaze,
Falls upon the world in sudden blaze.
“Beware,” he warns, “these mortal hands,
Hold spells the gods may not withstand,
For Heka’s spirit resides in flesh,
Binding cosmic law in human mesh.”
With magic gained, the mortal king,
Gains...
#magic
#mythology
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 5:17pm
1st Nov 2024 5:17pm
Rites of Ascension
In hidden vaults, where shadows seep
They sing the rites of crimson creed
The ancient tongues in murmurs creep
And call to bones that never bleed
Through sacred dark, where secrets lie
In consecrated rot and dust
They chant beneath a starless sky
To raise the flesh dissolved by rust
With sigils drawn in ashen trace
And holy oil upon the stone
They conjure forth a lost embrace
Of spirits bound by oath and bone
Anointed blood in chaliced hands
They lift to Him who waits unseen
To rouse the buried from...
They sing the rites of crimson creed
The ancient tongues in murmurs creep
And call to bones that never bleed
Through sacred dark, where secrets lie
In consecrated rot and dust
They chant beneath a starless sky
To raise the flesh dissolved by rust
With sigils drawn in ashen trace
And holy oil upon the stone
They conjure forth a lost embrace
Of spirits bound by oath and bone
Anointed blood in chaliced hands
They lift to Him who waits unseen
To rouse the buried from...
#death
#evil
#magic
#religion
#rhyming
97 reads
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 8:22pm
30th Oct 2024 8:22pm
In the Shadows of He
In the dim light of ancient halls,
He whispers softly,
We hear his calls,
a friend clothed in shadows,
in smoke and fire they say,
keeping the church alive,
a warm embrace for cold fears,
preaching hellfire and brimstone,
a spire of dread pointing skyward,
where the devil dances,
a charred marionette on strings of sin.
Oh, false doctrines rise like smoke,
a specter, a finger-wagging savior,
teaching dagger and cloak,
“Beware! The adversary lurks,”
they warn with trembling lips,
“He,...
He whispers softly,
We hear his calls,
a friend clothed in shadows,
in smoke and fire they say,
keeping the church alive,
a warm embrace for cold fears,
preaching hellfire and brimstone,
a spire of dread pointing skyward,
where the devil dances,
a charred marionette on strings of sin.
Oh, false doctrines rise like smoke,
a specter, a finger-wagging savior,
teaching dagger and cloak,
“Beware! The adversary lurks,”
they warn with trembling lips,
“He,...
#devil
#God
#magic
#mythology
#religion
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 12:03pm
30th Oct 2024 12:03pm
The Spoken Spell
In whispered words, a cry takes flight,
“Avra ke-davra, I speak to ignite.”
Voices woven, reality they weave,
On kosher parchment, our truths we believe.
Kaptsiel, Malakhel, guide my way,
As you did for Abraham in the light of day,
Unmask the thief, draw near, behold,
Kematin’s secret in the tales of old.
Circle the suspects with the rooster's grace,
Let it leap upon truth in this sacred space.
For small and big burns, a spell we invoke,
Ancient names whispered, our healing cloak.
Agrifuk,...
“Avra ke-davra, I speak to ignite.”
Voices woven, reality they weave,
On kosher parchment, our truths we believe.
Kaptsiel, Malakhel, guide my way,
As you did for Abraham in the light of day,
Unmask the thief, draw near, behold,
Kematin’s secret in the tales of old.
Circle the suspects with the rooster's grace,
Let it leap upon truth in this sacred space.
For small and big burns, a spell we invoke,
Ancient names whispered, our healing cloak.
Agrifuk,...
#curse
#Halloween
#magic
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 10:45am
21st Oct 2024 10:45am
Hostess with the Mostest
Twinkie the kid was excited to shoot his cream into the Happy Ho-Ho
This made Captain Cup Cake upset, since his backside and frosty top is usually filled with so much creamy goodness from "The Kid"
I guess "The Kid" found a new fling
Captain Cupcake knew that he'll need to call in Fruit Pie the Magician
This magician dabbles with the black arts
He once turned a Cup Cake into a Yankee Doodle
A Ding Dong into a Ring Ding
And a Ho-Ho into a Yodel
Drakes Products have nothing on Hostess and Fruit Pie the Magician knows it
The...
This made Captain Cup Cake upset, since his backside and frosty top is usually filled with so much creamy goodness from "The Kid"
I guess "The Kid" found a new fling
Captain Cupcake knew that he'll need to call in Fruit Pie the Magician
This magician dabbles with the black arts
He once turned a Cup Cake into a Yankee Doodle
A Ding Dong into a Ring Ding
And a Ho-Ho into a Yodel
Drakes Products have nothing on Hostess and Fruit Pie the Magician knows it
The...
#fiction
#food
#magic
#parody
#sex
108 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 2:03pm
18th Oct 2024 2:03pm
Lamb
Contain
the heart and the cut.
Contained heart
in what you are looking for,
silent by passion
that emanates from him
unable to get his wish.
You presume to reach the stars,
ascending pride,
pulled to the lowest level.
Loved like a lamb
with the heart of a panther,
you want to reach stars.
Heart in hand
like the purest clay.
No accumulation of wonders
about him.
Because in the center
the name is protected.
Beloved, like scarlet
on the edges of the lips.
Glowing like fire ...
the heart and the cut.
Contained heart
in what you are looking for,
silent by passion
that emanates from him
unable to get his wish.
You presume to reach the stars,
ascending pride,
pulled to the lowest level.
Loved like a lamb
with the heart of a panther,
you want to reach stars.
Heart in hand
like the purest clay.
No accumulation of wonders
about him.
Because in the center
the name is protected.
Beloved, like scarlet
on the edges of the lips.
Glowing like fire ...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#mystery
#witches
79 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 8:14pm
16th Oct 2024 8:14pm
The Crystal of Love
Something touched the soul deeply
when seeing her in the Eddas,
something magical, an ineffable charm.
Eir, the sublime figure,
in the heart of an epic tale
bathed in light and mysticism.
Your look, a promise of healing,
of wisdom and courage.
The Valkyries, celestial warriors,
are the symbol of strength,
of courage, of kindness.
Eir, above all, an emanation of grace.
I love her because she is a divine mystery,
a link between the world of men and the gods.
It is the reverence for beauty,
by...
when seeing her in the Eddas,
something magical, an ineffable charm.
Eir, the sublime figure,
in the heart of an epic tale
bathed in light and mysticism.
Your look, a promise of healing,
of wisdom and courage.
The Valkyries, celestial warriors,
are the symbol of strength,
of courage, of kindness.
Eir, above all, an emanation of grace.
I love her because she is a divine mystery,
a link between the world of men and the gods.
It is the reverence for beauty,
by...
#faith
#love
#magic
#religion
#spiritual
155 reads
5 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 11:21am
12th Oct 2024 11:21am
Wanderings of A Crimson Seer
The crimson seer doth roam
With bones and rites in tow
Her weary steps through loam
'Neath skies that ever glow
The runes she casts in flame
The stars her secret guide
She calls each fate by name
And bids the veil divide
With trembling hands she grasps
The orb of midnight’s hue
In shadows deep, she clasps
The threads that none construe
Her whispered words of old
In tongues both dark and fey
Doth summon powers bold
To show what none dare say
The cards she spreads with care
Each...
With bones and rites in tow
Her weary steps through loam
'Neath skies that ever glow
The runes she casts in flame
The stars her secret guide
She calls each fate by name
And bids the veil divide
With trembling hands she grasps
The orb of midnight’s hue
In shadows deep, she clasps
The threads that none construe
Her whispered words of old
In tongues both dark and fey
Doth summon powers bold
To show what none dare say
The cards she spreads with care
Each...
#magic
#narrative
#rhyming
#travel
#universe
69 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 6:53am
7th Oct 2024 6:53am
Primordial Calculus
Before the dawn of bone or breath
when light was young, and time was death
there stirred beneath the primal sea
a sorcery of strange decree
Not runes nor tongues of man yet born
but numbers etched in ancient form
primeval codes that coiled and bent
through sacred math, the void was rent
Arcane equations, writ in flesh
where sine and curve in shadows mesh
No theorem known, no proof designed
could grasp the fractal depths entwined
In depths of silt, in churning mire
the laws of forms did twist, conspire ...
when light was young, and time was death
there stirred beneath the primal sea
a sorcery of strange decree
Not runes nor tongues of man yet born
but numbers etched in ancient form
primeval codes that coiled and bent
through sacred math, the void was rent
Arcane equations, writ in flesh
where sine and curve in shadows mesh
No theorem known, no proof designed
could grasp the fractal depths entwined
In depths of silt, in churning mire
the laws of forms did twist, conspire ...
#magic
#rhyming
#science
105 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 4:14am
5th Oct 2024 4:14am
Heavenly Glories Unmatched
By seven stars, the heavens weave their thread
In sacred numbers, secrets are outspread
The One who speaks in fire and still, small voice
Hath formed the world in sevens, by His choice
In threefold power, mysteries doth arise,
The trinity concealed in earth and skies
For three and one, the paths of light are shown
By twelve, the gates of heaven are made known
Twelve tribes, twelve stones, the pillars of the land
And twelve the stars that crowneth wisdom’s hand
By forty days, the flood doth cleanse the earth
By forty...
In sacred numbers, secrets are outspread
The One who speaks in fire and still, small voice
Hath formed the world in sevens, by His choice
In threefold power, mysteries doth arise,
The trinity concealed in earth and skies
For three and one, the paths of light are shown
By twelve, the gates of heaven are made known
Twelve tribes, twelve stones, the pillars of the land
And twelve the stars that crowneth wisdom’s hand
By forty days, the flood doth cleanse the earth
By forty...
#heaven
#magic
140 reads
4 Comments
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