A nightmare. I wake up to the quiet whisper of my alarm. Clicking it off, I open sleep-kissed eyes, caught between dreams and the stillness of the room. Another day with the promise of spring- I watch light pour through the windowshade, expecting the golden light of dawn. But the sunlight is pale and sickly,Continue reading “The Shadow King”
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Judex Crederis
“Stop your bitching. It’s business, Samael. Pure, sheer work of god. We’re men of the book, after all.” “You kill her, and I’ll scythe your butt-buddy Gabe to shiny little bits.” Michael said nothing, gaze stony. Samael hesitated, drawing a quick breath. “Now Michael, I know we’ve had our falling outs in the past. ButContinue reading “Judex Crederis”
Where Do You Go, Little Bird?
I wander through Arlington Cemetery in the bitter rain. Thunderheads howl like mongrels, hurling the capital into darkness. Seeking refuge, I run from the soulless rows. The identical graves give way to the Civil War burial grounds, and suddenly, I’m thrown into a maze of beautiful, treacherous markers. Angels weep against crosses of rock. OneContinue reading “Where Do You Go, Little Bird?”
Holy Grail
The Phoenix has fled, the Phoenix has fled She carried the Heart in her breast. The evening, it burns, the firmament turns Death weeps for the void in his chest.
Zmei Gorynych
The witches take flight, our coven flying over the sea in a ship of brooms meant to harvest the ocean. Baba Yaga, my witch mother, is at the helm, and she calls me Latke as a nickname – I ate too many potatoes, I am assuming. “My child, we are the wind and rivers givenContinue reading “Zmei Gorynych”
The Cleansing
Blood runs through the streets. Angels awaken along the watchtower. We summon the seraphim. The destroying angels awaken. Curses burn our shields. Servants of the Beast try to slaughter us. Everything is on fire. I would mourn if there was time. My allies are wounded – still, they rush into battle, brandishing prayers, weapons, andContinue reading “The Cleansing”
Walden
“Oil and maggots,” Samael says as he appears to me in a lake like Walden Pond, surrounded by autumn foliage, the beautiful cabin on the lake surrounded by late flowers and herbs. We sit in the dirt by the shore, watching geese fly above. “What?” I ask. “Turpentine oil cleanses maggots from wounds, but maggotsContinue reading “Walden”
Heart of Gold
Samael is the void birthing horrors, tall as half a tree, red crystal eyes, dressed in abyssal Lovecraftian garb and pale as my doom. I take my scythe and meet his in a clang of metal and steel. “I do not belong to you! This heart is mine,” I rumble, parrying a blow, then twirlingContinue reading “Heart of Gold”
Infernal Trinity
Lucifer appears in the aether like the Hypostasis of the Archons. He is Eros emerging from wine’s first summer on Earth, grapes from the wine blossom forth, and we are the first vintage of God’s love ever pressed. He is dancing like my Shiva, I Shakti of his immortal coil, hair like the Ganges andContinue reading “Infernal Trinity”
Witchfather
A campfire burns like sin, crackling spitting embers onto the cold grave soil. I am huddled in witch rags of brown rough cloth, pale and starved, making pottage soup over this treacherous flame, in the midst of harrowing woods, in a little hollow by a small boulder which I use to reflect heat, sitting betweenContinue reading “Witchfather”
Dances with Tricksters 