Kindred

Warlocks are writhing In the long summer grass Making shapes of horns On their heads with their hands Human dragons dream Through the joy in their smiles Hypnotising jackals Of love and desire Heart of the mind-world Fictions on fire Magic forest ghost home Heaven is here forever They rode the eagle screams To the universe edge Where spiders steal the sunlight With their crystalline thread The tales that they tell Have a life of their own And drink from the wells In the shadows of the moon If it's here where I die I will not mind Home sweet home And love is all we know

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 23, 2026

In the darkest of night A torso exposed Dreamt up by the shadows of stone Ancient branches rake circles in the air Wooden children sticking out tongues We've been so long here We've lain so long here Holding on Holding on Hidden deities' wind-like hum A sad eternity in the stream that they strum A sound for all the universe to hear When sacrifice was more than a song We've been so long here We've lain so long here Holding on Holding on I've known this voice For all of my life Calling out to me Calling out to me I've known this voice For all of my life Calling out to me Calling out to me I've known this voice For all of my life Calling out to me Calling out to me

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 23, 2026

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Some folk are born to the sunlight Their wildfire whirls in a circle of ash Other folk are born where the stars ebb That's why their pale skin glows with mystery Some folk are born when the lime tree was growing That's why they're tall and slender Some folk are born when the lime tree was felled That's why they're fierce and wild and free Lay me down in sweet sleep Swaddled into your monastery As we ride through a bright kindred moon Fashioned by our mythology The water you bless will wash me clean We pray to your light, kindred moon Some folk are born when the cuckoo calls And they know their message in future tense Some folk are born when the corn was sown And their eyes reflect the churches of pine Other folk were born at the dawn's edge Their spirit burns what the light never finds Lay me down in sweet sleep Swaddled into your monastery As we ride through a bright kindred moon Fashioned by our mythology The water you bless will wash me clean We pray to your light, kindred moon We pray to your light, kindred moon We pray to your light, kindred moon We pray to your light, kindred moon

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 23, 2026

They that say hurricanes with female names Can be all the more deadly And when I'm swept away in the eye of your gales It feels good to die At a magnitude of 9.5 on the Richter scale The shockwaves keep rocking my coastal daughters Smashed into the rocks again Laying in bed with the truth on my head And a war wrapped around my face For the rivers of ruins she's expertly rowing Leave driftwood words in their wake She's so magical and so mystical and damned She's so beautiful and so magical and damned She's so magical and so mystical and damned She's so beautiful and so magical and damned As if death became bored, wouldn't play with your games And then left you all holy Kissed into stone with the words you brought home To change your child into flame Carbon monoxide words from the exhaust pipe Redeem their Lazarus song Pass over the preacher, the front-row flesh altar To crawl into the earth you've wronged She's so magical and so mystical and damned She's so beautiful and so magical and damned

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 23, 2026

As it calls in the morning So I shall call unto you My mouth must receive it Strong bones, strong flesh It springs from the earth From the hands that are holding it again And beneath this great star's light We shall know the joy of sacrifice As it shines in the rivers So I shall shine unto you As the horse has a harness Our totem revolves And beneath this great star's light We shall know the joy of sacrifice Bring branches from the woodland Burn fires on the shoreline We sing, oh we sing to you Raise your glasses to the skyline Heads bowed in devotion Our praises, our praises to you Bring branches from the woodland Burn fires on the shoreline We sing, oh we sing to you Raise your glasses to the skyline Heads bowed in devotion Our praises, our praises to you

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 23, 2026