Screech Owl
There shall the great owl make her nest And lay, and hatch, and gather under her shadow And the streams thereof shall be turned into pitch And the dust thereof into brimstone And the land thereof shall become burning pitch It shall not be quenched night nor day The smoke thereof shall go up forever: From generation to generation it shall lie waste None shall pass through it forever and ever But the cormorant and bittern shall possess it The owl also and the raven shall dwell in it And he shall stretch out upon it the lines of confusion And the stones of emptiness They shall call the nobles thereof to the kingdom But none shall be there And all her princes shall be nothing And thorns shall come up in her palaces Nettles and brambles in the fortresses thereof And it shall be An habitation of dragons, and a court for owls The wild beasts of the desert Shall also meet with the wild beasts of the island And the satyr shall cry to his fellows The screech owl also shall rst there And find for herself a place of rest There shall the great owl make her nest And lay, and hatch, and gather under her shadow
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
Dance along the fire pit: Flames burn high in frozen night Her crystal eyes burn with sight Deep in forest of evergreen: Cyclical auld existence looms Each disrobing of the moon At the gateway of the bridge: Icy water so do entice Taste her breath and feel her might Spring summons rain: Coulee starts to green It's the shade of an ancient dream Owl spreads her wings: Creek flows free Just the way it's supposed to be Gaze with blue eyes: Visions come from cast rune All shape she shall assume Open up the sky: Pass the child from womb Brighter than the glare of noon Ray of gold: We quest for your sacred hole Round and round the Maypole
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
The bright child conatins the lesser light Screech owl did send the fires forth We sprinkle him with dew from the sacred ground So that no sword may strike him down The bright child is a night child His glory is the night sky As his heart beats so does the moon shimmer His eyes shine as the morning star does glimmer The bright child walks the realm of obscurity Revels in enchantment of the lesser light Quietly carves away at the rough ashlar To form and define the middle pillar
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
Bitch. Badb Witch, old crone: They call you the field hag Yours is the weed and the sage Barren one, yet you contain fertile depths Dry one, yet you are lush, deep within They call you the field hag It is you who makes the pastures green Field hag I shall provide thou offering In obeisance I await your conjuring "Tie her down when the moon is nice and round Smoke her with this smoke under moon and ember." Old crone holds me down Speaks of things profound: "She must be immersed down in coulee When all is done bury her in prairie thrall." The moon is full under autumn chill: Capture the village maiden - Perform the ritual of the Field Hag Rigid and cold as impending winter Hag's cruel grasp of ice: Molestation by the cold night Break the earth with spade and wonder There I bury her, in the coulee Village maiden rests in the coulee: An offering to the field hag The old crone is wise and kind I give gifts to the wise field hag When the snow queen departs: The coulee begins its thaw The field hag unearths the village maiden And uses her remains for magic
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
Nervosa: Screech owl I does woo In the name of existentia Was Odin's solemn ado "Who'er shall provoke thee then encounter shall rue," Her will is of action Her voice is for few In the fearless north Her word is true Nervosa: Snowstorms of purity Blizzard-mistress, Anorexia She brings harsh truth and severity Firm and sad becomes then thee The weeping willows of Which whip my back so willingly: These are her delicate tears The pale children of anxiety
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
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On December eve The good folk The faeries of auld Are more powerful than angels They dance in the cold The good folk On December eve With fires burning high Troop as angel rapers Under the prairie sky On December eve The good folk Chant in a ring With screech owl in the centre This is what they sing: "On December eve Cold winds Make the willows weave On December eve Owl spreads Her wings to grieve On December eve Winter deems There's no reprieve." The good folk On December eve Reign at winter's helm: They are more real than the outside God Because the earth is their realm
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
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She stretches over me She stretches over me The prairie night sky: Screech owl wings I can feel my will Begin to reveal... I can feel my will Advance for the kill Of the mediocrity Y'all have thrust on me Screech owl is pressure Lord differentiation Plum-Rule measure: Quietly I will... Forget not I shall forget not Amongst the passivity And the contrived pleasantry I will not be harmonized: Liars, I shall not forget I search for volumes to build a library Screech owl of the tree The library is a shrine unto thee: Quietly I will... Forget not Most assuredly I shall not Remember this: revenge comes swift And its vessel is many a strange chariot My will shall prevail Liars, I shall not forget She stretches over me She stretches over me The prairie night sky: Screech owl wings
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
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Under her dark wings Fires rage again Screech owl: Creative will of fire-wrath Burning the greenest of wood I follow the serpent's path Prove up and then prove again Three steps to nothing Screech owl's grace Is self's embrace Lonely screech owl Reflects my face Owl and dragon: Pillars of most high Hail empty place: Nighttime prairie sky Existence conquers essence Existence is her palace: Under her dark wings Knell seven bell rings Fires rage again Under her dark wings Screech owl: I am predator of the night Beautiful anxiety: I am the lightning strike Under her dark wings Fires rage again
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
I'm the chisel I'm daunting flame I'm the hero Of screech owl's reign: Bearer of endless pain I'm the wise one I'm greatest treason I'm the Dasein Of unfettered Legion: Slayer of holy reason I'm the prairie I'm terrestrial clanned I'm the radiant components Of nature's demand: Biter of holy hand Screech owl: I'm the chisel
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
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