Full Album -- Dolina kralja Viktora by Zagušljivi dim (updated)

*Weird[ly lovely], but there are some really beautiful guitar bits in here, but later on in the album. Can make for a pleasantly odd experience; like listening in on an alien- or parallel universe's radio or TV station.
Weird* is the word for the first half, [exciting] guitar is the second half.

WhitchHouse Share

This one is in heavy rotation during my writing.

From on High: a lyrical exchange (+)

From on High

(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved

I believe that you long for me

-- you've plenty, I'm sure you'll that-concede.

I believe that you ask after me

-- although unasked, you have received.

Do you think I've gone away from thee?

Can't you feel me? Feel your heart, it beats.

My ear: your heart beats; no mere bee sting

Khanit/חנית

 

I can't make it to a concert, and I'm gutted.

My work requires a minimum of 30 days written notice before time off requests can be considered.  Considered.  To top it off, Friday nights are the most difficult slot to find a willing replacement from a limited pool of workers who will not exceed 40 Hours, and are familiar with my site.  So, unless this artist is willing to start performing on Saturday and/or Sunday, Days or Nights, or after 11 PM during the week, I'm not going to be able to catch any of their shows for rather a long time.

Vere cor meum dolet;

Pro vobis porrigo et negatur.

Free D&D B2 Keep on the Borderlands AI Image

This image came up for a different prompt, but it so reminded me of the Keep from EO's colour illo on the back of the module, that I present it here for my gaming friends.

Feel free to use this one and attribute it to: AI Artwork.

Six Hundred and Sixty Sixth post

My first Watercolour in decades.

"Our need for deep change: we can't stay the same:

Red Reign companion to the Black Flame."
-- excerpted from Black Flame
written on my way to Tennessee '22

Two from Auldgory

BLOODY MARY
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In one-candle darkness,
we dare to chant her name.

I've heard all the stories:
How the boys all go mis-sing,
But only one girl lives.
Moirafola bless her, and
-drag her into dark-ness.

Mary's face replace hers,
and her very breath She
wields, and through her, speaks.

Moirafola, for those who root it
out, she's their patron saint.

Mother of psychic daughters,
spinning electric webs
--their victims' ego ebbs.

Like puppet masters,
Black Candle Witches
direct their playthings:
These hapless fools, of
thirst, are slowly dying.

All this Moirafola offers
-to -just the -ri-hite girls:
       "Moirafola come
Moirafola bring
Moirafola power
I crave deep within"

I've heard all the stories:
How the boys all go mis-sing,
But only one girl lives.
Moirafola bless her, and
-drag her into dark-ness.

In the darkess of one-candle
We dare to chant her name.

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BLACK CANDLE REBELS
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To stay off the streets
there's a terrible price to pay
bring another boy to take your place
every night you sleep there safe.

The ones Magfola chooses,
they're the creepy ones;
lifeless eyes and violent,
they'll do any thing He asks.

But -you- were rejected,
and for that they slashed your eye.
Nowhere for Scarboys in towns
and villagers drive away;
but in the skanky cities,
you've found your entourage.

Burglars, Muggers, Killers
a dishonest accountant, too;
they all see something in you
you thought He'd taken from you.

Time to pay Him a visit;
show Him how wrong He was:
Red shock revelation, you always
were the ones.

Scarboys filled with His spirit
unnatural born leaders, --generals
--in his war of Independence.
Moirafola, black-hearted wife,

Her daughters in darkness
soon become your wives,
and through you are sired
babes better than you both.

Humanborn Voidbrood
all part of their plan:
destroy all comers into
unsacred mountain land.

Black Candle Rebels,
spit, and then spin three times.
The Lashan folk fear you
bring illluck & foul signs.

(Lybrti will have Her day)