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Enter...My World of Moonlight and Roses, Art, Magick and Mystery...
follow me into the Ancient Secret Labyrinth-- and Carpe Noctum |
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Sangreal |
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Reach out your hand if your cup be empty, If your cup is full, May it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain, That was not made by the hands of men...
...Robert Hunter |
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LINK to Clive Barker |
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ENTER the Temple of Dantalion |
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Sabella At Play |
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Sabella lets her fangs down |
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Exotic Zone Ball '99
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Relieved, I drew breath, and in the instant of drawing, I knew I had again unwittingly done something of consequence...On the intake I felt the marked air about my head rush toward my open lips and down my throat. I had no choice but to let it in. By the time I knew what was happening it was too late to resist. I was a vessel being filled. I could feel the marks on my tongue against my tonsils, in my windpipe--nor did I want to choke them off, once I felt them. At their entrance, the pain in my side seemed instantly to recede, as did the throbbing in my head and eyes.The fear of a lonely demise here went out of my head and I was removed-in one breath-from despair to pleasurable ease.
What a maze of manipulations this chamber contained! First, banality, then a blow, then this opiated bliss...
Clive Barker |
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Lord Byron, a
Vampyre?
...it was thus
rumoured...
For an
Illustrated
Tour of the
Infanous Undead,
click on LINKS |
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Art by Sabella
aka Anne Ra |
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Visit Halloweenworld |
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Edward Scissorhands Midi Music
Link to Danny Elfman |
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"The silence of
that dreamless
sleep, I envy now
too much to weep"
and Thou Art Dead,
as Young and Fair
George Gordon
Lord Byron |
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She
Walks
In
Beauty
Like
The
Night... |
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LINK
to
neurotic poets
here:
Byron,
Shelly, Poe,
Wilde,
et al |
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I was bid take my place and dance, and as I turned I saw the floor was of a green stone, and that a pale Christ on a pale cross was wrought in the midst. I asked Robartes the meaning of this, and was told that they desired 'to trouble His unity with their multitudinous feet.' ...a voice cried to me from the crimson figures, 'Into the dance! There is none that can be spared, that the gods may make them bodies out of the substance of our hearts,' and before I could answer, a mysterious wave of passion, that seemed like the soul of the dance moving within our souls, took hold of me and I was swept, neither consenting nor refusing, into the midst. I was dancing with an immortal august woman, who had black lilies in her hair, and her dreamy gesture seemed laden with a wisdom more profound than the darkness that is between star and star, and with a love like the love that breathed upon the waters; and as we danced on and on, the incense drifted over us and round us, covering us away as in the heart of the world and ages seemed to pass, and tempests to awake and perish in the folds of our robes and in her heavy hair.
Suddenly I remembered that her eyelids never quivered, and that her lilies had not dropped a black petal, nor shaken from their places, and understood with a great horror that I danced with one who was more or less than human, and who was drinking up my soul as an ox drinks up a wayside pool; and I fell, and darkness passed over me.... W.B. Yeats |
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LINK+++
to Colma Site
and the
mist-
shrouded
City of the
Dead |
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LINK+++
to Masque
for Costume
Madness... |
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+++LINK to Friday 13th's Full Moon Psychic Cemetery Tour...+++ |
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The New
Lord of Illusions .:Criss Angel:. |
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