To the Elements

"And now my charms are all o'erthrown And what strength i have's mine own which is most faint, now t'is true I must here be released by you But release me from my bands with the help of your good hands Gentle breath of yours my sails must fill, or else my project fails, which was to please. Now I want spirits to enforce, art to enchant And my ending is despair, unless I be relieved by prayer Which pierces so that it assaults mercy itself and frees all faults As you from your crimes would pardon'd be let your indulgence set me free."

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 13, 2025

Behold! The secret mountain spring Its waters in vital excess - never motionless Lo! The leafs that dance in the wind In the depth and all heights aloof - the air is in the move Poisonous mind - standing still Follow the flow - become thy self Bow to the king of all kings Bow to the queen of all queens Touch the mountain! - elated by oceans of time Proud and tall - it can not fall Feel the fire! Mother of life and death All consuming flame - never the same

Hunter of silence Awakened... Wary thine eye in the dark With sharpened senses in quiescence glides The Owl Sublime Observer of the earthly ado Wisdom, prevision - with unrivaled view The Owl Wanderer between the spheres Its stroke of wings in silence clad and so unnoticed it appears as messenger of the dead A passage Thorugh nocturnal skies... glides... The Owl Wanderer between the spheres Its stroke of wings in silence clad and so unnoticed it appears as messenger of the dead Sublime, free, forever at night The Owl

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Right by the olden forest lane there stood a crooked hut All mossy stone and rusty chain and weathered wood on bricks of mud And in the winters cold as ice there seemed to shine a light inside And in the summer rains by night something hid there in disguise There lived a witch I saw her weave my dreams There by the olden forest lane in wooden scent of fir and pine Clad in a light arcane it stood embraced by rampant wine And in the winters cold as ice there seemed to shine a light inside and in the summer rains by night something hid there in disguise There lived a witch I saw her weave my dreams To play of light in the trees when the stars ignite and the breeze of the wind whispers to me... To this site I return Forest ever green Night reigns supreme Magic of the scene Weave my dreams There lives a witch I see her weave my dreams

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Hear sound in the trees The Wind in the leafs Old, old wisdom's found where the branches sound

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

In the depths of the woods... Infinity of trees Dew strokes moss, branches, leafs A strong spirit reigns - sacrosanct, pure Resinous scent elates the allure In the realm of the bark Emerald church Wooden Priest Hear the prayer silently In the morass vermin crawl Where roots are deep crowns rise tall In the realm of the bark Emerald church Wooden Priest Hear the prayer silently

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

In all beauty there is shadow maculate and false In the clearest water's poison to him who sees the fault In all pain there is a halo weak and of cold light In all sleep's a wake a ceasing of all night Absorbed and extinct, summoned from the embers glare From the cold ash imposed into the air In ruin is creation In all rest's a strife In dolefullness lies hope where in all death is life Feed thy sanctum to the flame... Fall temples fall into nothingness exiled Cast down the ruins spoil all within thine eye Burn fire burn burn every thing that is defiled Burn Phoenix Burn in feral, untamed flame to die "From ashes a fire shall be woken A light from the shadows shall spring Renewed shall be the blade that was broken The crownless again shall be king"

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025