Blasphemy

In the Land of Nod the fog rolls in A moon slice of surgical precision It streaks across a tortured sky Days and weeks unfathomed cloud Rolling in and bearing down Crashing down and tumbling tumbling Pinnacle of stone Several all alone Needles probing sea of mist Swirl of ghost embrace and kiss The jutting columns Countryside Tower islands miles wide Solitary in the gray Lives that toil their lives away As overhead the airships hover Silent running over air No one knows what lives out there The wheels of progress grind and spin Crushing bones our loss their win Breaking backs and pressing onward The spirit of progress pushing downward

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Face at the window of the shop neglected Squints down on the people Spider crack along the pane Along the cheek (not so deep) And eyes that dart from coin to pocket Curse the wallet Junk antiques and blatant forgeries He weighed and lost his soul to Mammon Sold his soul for a costume synthetic He found a map on scroll today Tucked away in a crate of books Charlatan and spider web But this was different, this was Something Opal glinting between the piles A chart of uncharted in the seasons rolling And a network to an X following Winter skeleton fingers creep Out across to grasp his coat of lies Stride with overconfidence He stepped onto the cobbles Find him an airship and a crew Bait them Pay them with a strongbox promise Follow Opal to the hoard And kill them all out on the raging Q'Sh

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Tavern sign swinging on its chain Rough and worn letter-work worn away Sea is Jupiter dreaming today Through telescope Inside, a mystic circumambulation Around an empty glass Fire electrical virtual hearthside And we are all the virtual IT inside So saith the prophet slumped in a corner Drew up like madness, ghoul in its coat He spoke with a smile that went crooked and broken But he swallowed his bait to seek out the Lapis Cup everlasting The Fleece The magnificent everlasting With his sleepawake eye shining On to the quays where the airships are docked The pirates atr bats roosting in the slum eaves And one bat got loose in a brothel A pilot perfect and sails fill'd with gold See the X glowing Glowing and shining See all the sinning it buys So saith the ghoul deaped in lies

Ten times ten the days are numbered Passing time across the cloud of Q'Sh The mystic sat at bow and prayed Listened close with sleepawake eye To the whirling of the vapor Though he of the proof of his prayer The final drops in rough stoneware Cleansed with water cleansed of wine Seeing, skrying, maybe dying Maybe soon the blood knives flying Pilot daydream wasting hours No port of call to his flowers With lust he wandered far from shore Adventure to the Lands of Whore Steady in her courseless Navigate through shroud Scroll a shuttered lantern in the Hand of White Noise propeller Ghoul in black that pulls the strings Admires how the airship sails Knife in pocket turns Yonder sleepawake eye It burns Something here isn't right Stealth and search second sight Hear the giants groaning Deep below propellers droning Feed the lies that keep them going Feel the knives feel blood flowing Three fools embark upon disaster Three plots three plans emerge as master A cup of silence to drown the others Drought of greed whispers opal (The spying Warden watches from his Tower in Secret using an Esoteric magnifying Glass, but the dusty Mystic never sensed it.) Passing time across the clouds of Q'Sh Thinking thoughts planning plots Sleepawake eye inaccessibly cries Raises his hand anchor falls Here where we stay Here in the gloom Here in the gray of the sail Here is the tomb of the Grail

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Inaccessible point searching Like lovers in a misty crowd Plume of stratus The whole world is a mushroom cloud Sleepawake pull on silver cord Feels almost like desperation Holy Hook with water blessed Steady and still Disappear into swirling abyss Fathom by fathom By fathom Line goes down Magnet drawn to secret space Hook and eye in lovers' place Rise... Haul out in the sea of silence Turbine turns Here the hook, here the haul Cabinet drop on board in fall Hieroglyphic painted door and wall No one knows what they say No one says what they saw Ghoul in coat That evening out in twilt boat He twisted and he opened door Little girl sleeps and dreams Of the darkest ebony Out on the raging Q'Sh

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Curse the girl The girl is cursed She dreams in jet Her soul is as black as her body The gods they dropp'd her in the Q'Sh To save themselves Statue breathe on bier in the Cabinet from the clouds This is nothing holy Sleepawake eye spinning Abomination, blasphemy That thou art, then, Blasphemy Decanter is almost empty now Devil doll, she needs to die Die Holy knife sacrifice Creep out of the shade Deck planks creaking Silver gleam against the lamps Is a dark angel grinning In the throes of suicide Bier like hope, girl gone (Maybe she would bless this spot) Knife is shaking Magus trembling Shadow out from nowhere Death leapt up in a somber dress Broke his neck and cast him to the mist Silence again And groaning Planks of airship creaking

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

It has been some long days since The pilot had rejoiced in the gardens Singular will Shadow floe in ice of flow No one would ever ever know Across the deck to the cabinet Crawling, coddling demon seed Perfect in her innocence Asleep in her acquiesce Shade approach the holy altar Beside the holy hook Tremble in his lust Black streaks leans in to take her She took his tongue and throat Perfect in her innocence Blasphemy laughed and grinning She fixed him to the holy hook And put an end to his sinning Ghoul in coat will arise at dawn Black coat skin over black coat soul What is this thing upon this hook Open eyes, open wide Blasphemy is stirring Sees the sea around him fuming Doll arise in dripping dress Meet his eyes Wormholes looming

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Look at what's become of it The Garlanded Experiment All to naught an island wrought In obscurity by clouds See the future of religion Sleepawake eye squints Cataracts of vision See the fools and see the lies The bargaining of lives Remove their hands Put on their eyes Walk away as airship dies Dragon prays in a corner bid By shade of ignorance amid Corruption, search of X imbued With charm enough to misconstrue The lust of self for love of all A ship of fools one day appeared From out of prism mist and fog And only a girl disembarked In the land Gog Magog In the land of Nod unleashed The Spirit of Castration With bloody dress And razor tress A miracle's duration The holy trumpet blasphemy The savior of a Nation

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025