Tearing flesh as blood and boneSplatter along the forest floor,The moon shines bright but the Shadows hide the dark deeds as ifBehind closed doors. The inhuman screams, the desperate cries,The pathetic sobs that fill the air outside ofTime; the monster’s roar, the ripping of flesh,The glee in pain administered so vibrant andFresh. The dead trees, … Continue reading Black Forest
Under a tree the Devil plays his flute, Reflecting on philosophy, wisdom, and Truth. Racking his brain on trying to find The root of the formless God-Head, that lies Beyond proof.
It sits on hill, this strange castle. Flashes of thunder and lightning Surround it constantly, blood drips Along its walls and entrails fill Its moat.