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Twelve by thirteen dances in moonlight
Intimations of the thing that comes in the garden of the damned
A dance, my dear, in the garden of the damned
Smoldering smoke, distant flame
This hour of null
Behold! The beast arisen!
Arcanum arcanorum on the white-kissed boundaries
From behind the patchwork clouds
Holy, holy, holy, thrice blessed
I am the embrace of steel
Azure-wrapped dreams, crackled pigment
Long lost home, coastal bound
In a shelter of the end
Smoke and the way to flame
For that which has been given all
The mystery of her mouth
Eight in one eye, then gone
Do not fear the moment
Here beauty, then agony
Meanwhile, in a cave just south of the mountain's edge
Delving the impossible possible
Ice in her eyes melts the heart to ash
Clothed in mists and ice
The hall of golden air
Let winter winds caress to the bone
Tell her Tom O'Bedlam came calling
Things made right by the light of the moon
Sometimes thirteen by twelve, sometimes twenty-six by six
Zir paido
She sings a song of songs, and another flame in her dress
Her kisses, all darkness
Faded deaths at sunrise past
Burn the brazier, bright as sin
A returnee is never what left at the start
Daughter an harlot of the south, arise!
Luminous as the darkening stone
For the love of the aethyrs
Dream not of change nor temptation
As long as the sigil is made aright
A song for all her names
Pouring the iron (a song of Phaedra)
There is a light in her, wise
This is an alphabet of daggers
Lead the horse to water so it may be drowned
Twin pillars, crumble and shake
Invoke me under my stars, for the darkness shines
Glasscutter's lament
Love, love, and a lingering breath
The indwelling of the double becomes a single heir to the throne
Dance, and ride the damned
That moment when she whispered, and then smoke
Dominion of the damned and drowned
The twin pillars of the world grumble and shake
Phantom dance, dead
Under the hill, a tower waits
Splendid tales - all lies
The terror I have always loved
A whoredom so vast the void was swallowed whole
Who will cry for the mother, forlorn?
The wounds of blistering sands never heal
Slaughter comes in many guises
A blasphemy of kings
It smoked beyond the thurible glow
A whirlwind, reaped
Clinging to that graveyard earth
Wine and music of the soul
Dark tornadoes of the soul / whippoorwills dying tonight
There is no questioning in the void
The man from the purple mountains could have been
A dying gasp, and a heave into love
Kill any vandal at the gates
Interlude: A storm passes
It all dies by the golden-haired man
A mother cries over broken toys
Aglow, mountainside home
Chariots of air
A rambling, shambling smoke
Destiny and the little deaths
She always was a lady of pain
The Work of the blade
Every thing I learned in her arms, laid bare
The slattern had a master plan
How a man must wait for a mockingbird
Death in the water, fire in the aires
Even hell has a holiday
Be your harsh mistress
Why the fuck are we in Tangiers, Frank?
Death in the way, undone
The unspeakable plan
A machine of rainbows and flame
How it was, once
With blood on my hands
The delicate sound of murder
They came with murder on their mind
Move on, judgement day!
With love on her lips, a taste of death
There is a wall
Call a new storm in
The bloom of the dead is at hand
A kiss of blackened nine