Running Sore

Crossover into another world a world beyond ordinary experience Where the pale wash of starlight threw shadows beyond both ends of the known visible spectrum This is a new beginning In the mysterious world beyond mortal eyes the next dimension of living from the invisible realms of life Death is the end of one phase of life and the beginninng of another All pain and sorrow are gone astral travel, journeys in the levitation Hold me close in your thoughts for one last embrace there are cycles to be completed Help me rise

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Toward gray snowclad peaks the sun was descending a gleam of white god embedded in a sky of cloudless azure into haze over the mountains a crimson eye whose heatless rays bathed the wide plain as if with blood Far to the north rose enormous snowy peaks red tinged in a wan light like cold thrones The shadow beneath the pale light of stars and a waxing moon Longing for release and redemption from the matter to taste of providing revelations that they carry from the big mind in universes and dimensions they are raised above by their same nature to develop unused powers the awakening of inner lethargical powers the frozen ones, real estates Cloudless nights the harsh grate of the sky gaze at its thousand winking eyes gaze and think and listen wait for a wisper from beyond the blaze of lights from beyond the gulfs of darkness A deluge of flaring light rise majestic and undecayed piercing the sky and blaze all red and gold in a flame frantic, with an impulse to rush out into the night and gazed in dreams under the giory of the moon

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

On a journey into the sea of consiousness into its volume and into its depths awakning spiritual realisation of devine forces of inner power and atrenght Standing in beautiful sandy cove with high rocks and cliffs the kingdome of the heavenly realm of seven immense energy fields The vision of the seven spirits seven flames of fire burning singing under the moonlight and blowing wisps of swirling The lap of the black sea upon the golden sand the wisper of the breeze in the palm trees beyond The golden light, a reflection of the moon dark upon the waters follow me down through the unlight-filled depths of this ocean to the sea-bed As we descend we submerge ourselves in the deep unconsious full of illusions, full of discovers full of illusions of beauties and treasures

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Whispers of the stealthy attendands voices rising in the brooding darkness in times of massive death and disaster when souls wrenched from this world into the next Men of broader intellect in realms apart from the cisible world when the silver and sable of late twilights burned state In the distancelay the still waters of a vast lake with the smooth glittered cruelly in the cloudless heavens the incantation for opening the way fragmentary race memories A veritable paroxysm of fenerish activity lifted in shining grandeur towards the heavens inverted reflection in the waters of sun (glittering rivers) that flowed between banks of crysoberyl and porphyry that come from some earlier life Bemused minds a handful of mystics and dreamers since time began

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Sounds creeping from the woods beneath the pake light rain falling in the trees under a cloudless sky silver moon barely peeking over the crests of the most distant trees mere arts of illusion reflecting the light from the moon and stars into the night the grate of the sky wavering in its shroud of darkness flesh gleaming under the moonlight crawling along the ground eyes bright and glassy a glory to behold the apocalypse of the seven thunders an excised passage from revelation Elements of fantasy over the sea of lights the lonely voice of the stars at the quietness of the world at a dawn suppressed prophesy the key to the bottomles pit unsealed the abyss Mourn the dead the sky commenced to darken taking on a sheen from beyond the gulfs of darkness Mourn the dead

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Like the formless fears of nightmare the cold stars gleamed down under the slim horns of a crescend moon wave a magic wand and bring order out of chaos Sakkuth the king - Sakkuth, king of night The star-god cursed by the ancient prophets worshipped by sorcerers and savages and demons The seed of Kaiwan, the star-god descended from the sky long before mankind arose from the starry voids from the dark planet ehich circles the goat-star for countless aeons Served by countless demon-spawn and waiting to spawn again before dawn when the eye of Taurus and the Goat star are rising Open the gate to Harag-Kolath and perform the rite open the gate to thy world Great mother witness this rite to the glory the gate to other realms

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

The ghost moon, a worldof half-light in which great upthrusts of primeval rock showed as black velvet blobs against a cream-colored background The moon's hidden face through the lunar night the scarred face of the moon Like the shoals of old that had snagged the ships of unwary mariners licking smoothly as the beads of mist Under the hellish retrofire of the circular eye of Mare Crisium and the Marsh of Sleep the flat bed of the sea of Tranquility under retrofire the distant domes of the Sinus Medii like small silver blobs against the graysh mantle where lay the dread Ocean of Storms (filled with) muted sounds that echoed and reechoed until they filled the air with a steady whisper reminded of the rustle of leaves in an autumn wind a bizarre forest of rock that lay naked an raw under the lunar skies a scene since the beginning of time beyond

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Where the shadows lie thick like layer after layer of dust of darkness settled over generations lost in the immensity of the cold unearthly landscape black crags cleft with chasms a vast cult of wizards bound to the worship of the premier divinity of this world New sence of unreality harassments of the self to relieve its cosmic ennui paraphernalia the goat so carefully curried and groomed the pentagram the five pointed star Ekei opou to skotadi agkaliazei tis xamenes psyxes parmenes mesa apo anieres praxeis stin pragmatiki zoi Synthesi kai aposynthesi kosmwn kai ontwn Nekra tis texnis symbola translation: There where dark embreces the lost souls taken from unholy acts in real life Composition and decomposition of worlds and beings Dead symbols of art The mighty mother smiles over her fleeing, her star-scattered brood as nigh falls over Yaddith at the end we hurtle through the frigid gloom of space to Zaoth or Shaggai or Kythamil leaving behind the ruin of a world and little hope have we to long survive the awful doom of Yaddith we evade will soon be snuffling at our heels again When fires blaze forth on the skies when the black goat appeareth before men there be those who will help the lean and ravenous ones the minions of ye black goat la! Shub-Niggurath!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

I see ghosts dancing on burning ice speechless and motionless the realm of longing tear all crosses from their stalks nothing to be seen I rise and smile at the ascending moon greenish cold blackened lake like an eye staring up into the sky the lake just begins to freeze the woods were like a poisonous spring for pagans who danced around the fire like wicked dark creatures all throught the night it raged those hellish festivities descend among the damned bring fiends all over hell still avile but never to die again never ever to sleep

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025