Dark Cold Stars

Nature can say so much with so little words. 

A shimmering glance of the pale monsoon moon, for example, can whisper all the stories one needs to known about the nightshades, and the evergreen cold darkness that it breeds.

Summoning souls like stars gathering at the height of the dark night’s embrace…

Old One, Again

The Old One told me there is no evil but the underbelly of the sacrificial holiness. No light without darkness, and no love without hate.

Duality is the law of this existence, and so shall it be the bane of this realm. Let there be no prudence without ignorance, and no peace without horrors.

Old One

I have had a most intriguing meeting with the Old One, last Samhain. It must have been the most inspiring banquet I have ever attended.

A dinner fit for a wise King and the hardened souls of infinite light…