Mythical & Magical

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Samhein, the night of the dead When they can reach out to touch you again. On Samhein, the dead walk free To roam the earth On this October night They call Halloween. Samhein, when the veil is thin You hear your name carried on the wind Dark fleeting forms on creaking stairs The door knocks loud but there’s no one there! Memories of the past arise Of souls you thought long dead They beckon you to follow them And put voices in your head Ghosts whispering enchantments From beyond the grave The veil is rent asunder On the night of Samhein. Beware those whom you wrong in life And those you seek to harm Deaths memory spans a thousand years And on Samhein the dead return. Faith will never save you From what lies behind the veil And revenge can take so many forms From far beyond the pale!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Over mist covered hills and valleys, across lochs and lonely shores. Through fields and rain drenched forests and dark and desolate moors. Screaming………. A keening wailing cry No living soul ever made that sound, stalking those about to die! The cry of the Banshee Her fleeting shadow in female guise cloaked in darkness and mystery. With wind tossed hair and sparkling eyes, she cries out in misery. Watching………. With eyes that are full of tears. And a cry that rips your soul apart and herald’s death is near. The cry of the Banshee! The glimpse of a wraithlike figure that resembles female form Silhouetted in the moonlight to disappear before the dawn. Some say the living cannot hear her, only those about to die, But many swear upon their lives, they’ve heard that mournful cry. The cry of the Banshee!…….

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

“Beware the Crow that stands alone, the one that watches and waits, Beware that unguarded moment, that subtle twist of fate. It may just be the eyes of the Crow man”. You see a group of dancers in the street Dressed up to look like chimney sweeps. But under the feathered hats and ragged clothes There hides the Crow man. Faces blackened out so you cant see The colour of the soul that lies beneath. Behind the painted masks that hides their faces. There hides the Crow man. People gather round to cheer them on And laughing joins in the dancing throng. Unaware of the dark side behind it They don’t know what’s really going on. It’s part of a ritual from the past The dance of the Crow Man Down through the ages down through the years At springtime the crow man will always appear. To feed the earth with the blood of the chosen To ensure life’s circle for the following season! To replenish the earth by the taking of life In the Crow mans ritual blood sacrifice! In the crowd he’ll see a person all alone And point with an ancient Runic stone. The spell is cast and only death awaits them No one to miss them when they’re gone With no family to mourn or to care They’re now part of the Crow man.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Moonbeams chasing moonbeams moving pillars of living light, Spectral shapes that glisten showing demons of the night. Knight errant on headless horses hunting vainly for their souls, Shapeless forms of darkness that are illuminated cold. Trees like old men stand and stare and reach towards the sky, Faces that are etched with age where time has passed them by. Branches argue with the wind and juggle with the light, Ghostly mental cages that play havoc with your sight. The black mass holds no fears for those who don’t believe And of the dark side that lies beyond. But this leaves them no protection to the terrors of the night When all faith in their beliefs has gone! Pagan minds conceived the night to use it as their own A mantle made to cloak the mind and foster the unknown Imagine the countless phantoms in those dark secluded holes But they’re inward turning mirrors they’re reflections of your soul! The black mass holds no fears for those who don’t believe And of the dark side that lies beyond. But this leaves them no protection to the terrors of the night When all faith in their beliefs has gone!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Darkness like a cloak of saffron velvet surrounds him Stark trees of stone support the moon and stop the sky from falling in around him. He stands upon his mountain throne His arms held high he’s all-alone. Ashen face turned towards the sky His eyes reflect a tormented soul Endless years have took their toll His mind too troubled to let him die. Lightning, swift and dazzling as it flashes silhouettes him A gnarled old man of ageless time his bony fingers draw his cloak around him He slowly bends his weary frame Picks up his lamp adjusts its flame Secrets of the night to unfurl He walks away with laden tread Slowly turning his grey old head Briefly looking back at the world. Visions of the ages that have passed fly before him Memories of kings and queens, long since dead their ghostly forms surround him But soon these figures start to fade They’re only dreams an old man made A wish that is borne of despair There is no one left to take their place No Arthur now to save our face No leaders who seem as if they care Oh where are we going to? What is there left for me and you?

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

From a castle high on the top of a hill I can hear the Witch Queen laughing still. As midnight chimes and the moon is high The Witch Queen prepares herself to fly. She stands on top of a tower of stone And sneers at the sleeping earth below. Unsuspecting in their beds Of the gathering of witches above their heads. In silent flight across the sky All ranks of witches flying by. Paying homage to their Queen At their yearly meeting on Halloween. I can see her. I can see her standing there I can see her she's poised and ready Moonlight on long black hair. Her laughter breaks the still of night Music to match the awesome sight. In ghostly silence they follow their Queen Like dead leafs blowing in the wind. I can see her. I can see her standing there I can see her she's poised and ready Moonlight on long black hair. I can see her. I can see her standing there I can see her as she gracefully rises A death like hush as she takes the air.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Like ghostly phantoms on the wind, they glide across the mire. Their white hair flows like silver webs, framing eyes of fire. The gentle throb of an ancient drum, no human ever made. Music only gods should hear, no human ever played. This ritual of the druids has been, the saviour of mankind. Unknown to them the price was paid by personal sacrifice. For all the wrongs that man has done, the piper must be paid. So he can sleep eternally, peacefully in his grave. From where they come and where they go, or why they have to be. Mans mind cant hope to comprehend the sheer complexity. Stonehenge has been their meeting place, as far as man can tell. Birth of myths and legends, the gateway to hell. Man has always thought of them as priests or holy men, Mortal beings that live and die never to rise again Unknown to man their astral form still haunt the ancient ruins No one ever understood the power of the druids. I’m standing by the altar stone, standing here all-alone. Who can I turn to where can I run to. I watch them slowly walk away as night turns into another day. No one to turn back, no one will come back for me Take me if you want to, take me if you need to, Take me if you have to, take me. Dawns light on the altar marks, the end of another rite. Their spaceship glistening in the sun slips slowly out of sight. Mans fate assured his conscience clear in the eyes of other men. His slate is clean the bill was paid by the death of one of them. Guide me and lead me help me through this night, Take me and show them but let them see some light!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

FATHER There can be no dark force in this world, That could take the soul of a child. No spectre so grim would dare to be heard, No beast could be so wild. So rest my child and save yourself, For the journey we must undertake. I’ve done all I can but I need to get help, And soon your fever will break. SON Father, dear Father the Erl king is near, I can see the fire in his eyes. I can hear his voice whispering in my ears Like a million children’s cries. FATHER My Son, My Son you have nothing to fear, And the stars are the only light you see. The wind in the trees is the only voice you hear And the crying you hear is me. SON Father, dear Father surely you can see That beckoning figure standing there. His bony hands are reaching out for me And he’s running his fingers through my hair. FATHER My Son, My Son your illness will not last And help is just over this rise. Those hands are just branches Brushing us as we pass So please can you open your eyes! ERL KING Come, my child I'll take you to a better place

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Fire- burn in hell, It’s a cry that we know so well Fire- to cleanse your soul But you know that’s the way you’ve gotta go. Passing through the barriers of time Forget the pain think only of your line. Fire- opens the door It’s a gateway to life forever more. Fire– burning bright Wont you show me the pathway with your light. Passing through the barriers of time Forget the pain think only of your line Showing me the way to live another day In a future that soon will be mine. Fire– cast your spell You were spawned in the very bowels of hell. Fire– Witches bane. They don’t know they’re starting it again. Passing through the barriers of time Forget the pain think only of your line Showing me the way to live another day In a future that soon will be mine!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

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The beasts of hell just lick his hand All creatures from forgotten lands Long lost worlds with spires of gold Where the land was cleft and auroras rolled. Purple skies all streaked with green A landscape fit for a thousand dreams Seas of fire with sulphur spray The Dark Lords labyrinth hide away. From long dead Charne or ancient Mu’ His army comes in search of you Dead or undead cant eternal lie With passing eons even death may die. Crushing what he caused in play The chaos would blow earths dust away Mutants would roam the desolate sphere Haunters of the dark all men would fear * * * * * * * * * * And so the Dark Lord legend goes But what form he will take no one knows. It may be in mans image who can say This master of the Machiavellian ways Look to your heart to what you hold dear The last ring is trust so keep it near. Don’t let him have the last ring. Let Mordor keep its shadowy king Don’t let him have the last ring. Let Mordor keep its shadowy king Don’t let him have the last ring. Let Mordor keep its shadowy king

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025