the Masque of the Red Death |
There was a sharp cry --and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despai...
Posted by Black Templar on Tue, 13 May 2008 04:47:00 PST |
Der Reuter |
Novum, inquam, militiae genus, et saeculis inexpertum: qua gemino pariter conflictu infatigabiliter decertatur, tum adversus carnem et sanguinem, tum contra spiritualia nequitiae in coelestibus. Et qu...
Posted by Black Templar on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 07:08:00 PST |
To Apollo, the Stars and the Sun |
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Posted by Black Templar on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 11:44:00 PST |
Facing the suitors |
[And again another of the proud youths would say: "Would that the fellow might find profit in just such measure as he shall prove able ever to string this bow." So spoke the wooers, but Odysseus of ma...
Posted by Black Templar on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 01:38:00 PST |
To the desert |
Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place,With one fair Spirit for my minister,That I might all forget the human race,And, hating no one, love but only her!- from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, George G...
Posted by Black Templar on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 11:37:00 PST |
Pictures of the waste land |
April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow, feedingA little li...
Posted by Black Templar on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 03:32:00 PST |
On the field - with sword and shield |
Symphony X - The AccoladeInto the morning sunDown his chosen road he rides tosave the worldCross of crimson, robe of whiteSworn to the quest for the rest ofhis lifePlay shields and wooden swords...
Posted by Black Templar on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 08:10:00 PST |
Eyes re-opened. Reasoning focalized. Receptors activated. |
WHAT WAS LEFT of his devastated body was implanted inside the repaired sarcophagus of the dreadnought in the day long ritual and his fate had been sealed. He had been bor...
Posted by Black Templar on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 02:24:00 PST |
Angel of sorrow |
Arcana - Angel of Sorrow Embrace me my angel,who's eyes enlightens my world.Let me feel your golden hair,so soft so beautiful.Take my hand and follow me,to the realms of silence.Let the lig...
Posted by Black Templar on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 01:42:00 PST |
Desert places |
Desert Placesby Robert FrostSnow falling and night falling fast, oh, fastIn a field I looked into going past,And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,But a few weeds and stubble showing last.The w...
Posted by Black Templar on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 07:11:00 PST |
