I should probably offer something to October…
Odes Unto the Occult
Odes unto the occult singing!
Through the misty heavens winging,
Such a bright bravado bringing,
To the lands below the moon.
Levitation wholly magic,
High above the city tragic,
Borne above the straits pelagic,
Lost in ageless occult swoon.
Spells arising in the starlight!
Ecstacies of silver twilight!
Wedded to hermetic midnight!
Celebrations coming soon!
Occult rays from ghostly grottos!
Witches speaking ancient mottos!
Poetry like skilled Erato’s!
Melodies in happy tune!
Forests lined against the gloaming,
Under dreary heavens doming,
Hekate to guide my roaming,
All her majesty a boon.
Hallowe’en again arriving,
With satanic magic thriving,
For damnation ever striving,
By the frigid clair de lune.
Fantasies abysmal crooning!
Under occult guidance swooning,
Ballads out of Danaan tuning,
Livening the desert dune…
