Raids on the Unspeakable
Black intentions, baleful as a storm cloud,
Willful witchcraft scripted in the stars,
Blood with ruby pomegranate redness,
Poured from vials and clay canopic jars.
Cursed and creepy as the hands of Orlac,
Murderous and miserably cold,
Wielded from a covert mountain cabin,
By a warlock ruthless, vile and bold.
‘Padraig Doireann’ his Irish title,
Genius with wild, prodigious flair,
Spells cast in vociferous recital,
Black as pitch his flowing, charcoal hair.
Landscapes cast in dark skeletal blackness,
Mountain passes steep with granite rocks,
Magic robes in gilded, curtain slackness,
All the host of heaven his voice mocks!
I will curse the daylight with a deluge!
Lightning strikes and thunder borne of hell!
The verdant valley no longer a refuge—
Cast within my dire, malefic spell.
But a Christian preacher knew his scheming,
All of Padraig’s occult dealings dark,
All the morbid semblance of his dreaming;
The enmity and evil flaring stark.
On his knees, he softly prayed against him,
Rousing Christ to neutralise his hate,
Bring your might and majesty and goodness,
From the sacred vault of heaven’s gate!
Enter from the clouds beyond the hilltop;
Angels to assist you in your work,
Show this man the brightness of your person,
Pacify this warlock gone berserk!
Saints in tow, with perfect, humble goodness,
The radiance of heaven as a sword!
This prodigious evil — so destructive,
Fishes dying in the flowing fjord!
Prithee God; go trample down this magic!
Raiding this unspeakable disgrace,
Restoration for the reign of heaven,
Healing brought to bear upon this place.
Here I stand before you faithful, pleading,
Woebegone and troubled to my core,
Only You can conquer this dank evil,
Setting back the brightness of before.
Angels, saints and servants bound to Jesus,
Gather now as one against this storm!
Catalysing forth a restoration,
Of the love of Christ in heaven borne!
AD Lovkis, 10/08/25
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