Phantom Winter - The Initiation Of Darkness

Summon the dark folk for the initiation of Darkness our path our hope our love Summon the dark folk for the initiation of... „It is easy to blame the dark: the mouth of a door,
The cellar's belly. They've blown my sparkler out.
A black-sharded lady keeps me in parrot cage.
What large eyes the dead have!
I am intimate with a hairy spirit.
Smoke wheels from the beak of this empty jar. Mother of beetles, only unclench your hand:
I'll fly through the candle's mouth like a singeless moth.
Give me back my shape. I am ready to construe the days
I coupled with dust in the shadow of a stone.
My ankles brighten. Brightness ascends my thighs.
I am lost, I am lost, in the robes of all this light.“ (stolen by Sylvia Plath) ness The dead bells of burning fire ring their lullaby so... We are the witches that spit on your false gods We are the witches that burn on your wooden stakes Embrace the darkness without any sentiment of guilt Always remember it's more than the absence of light Cobalt surroundings seem melted into black moss Shapeshifting sphincters celebrate what is strange and weird Snowbirds hunt silently the allmighty deathcatcher my colder self creates a halo of shivering blue and black Not all who wander are lost for eternity We all who wander are lost for eternity “The problem, unstated until now, is how to live in a damaged body in a world where pain is meant to be gagged uncured ungrieved over. The problem is to connect, without hysteria, the pain of anyone's body with the pain of the world's body.” 
― Adrienne Rich