“Thou Shalt Not Suffer a Witch to Live”

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Behind The Veil

A short occult tale

Wellington, Massachusetts

The Pestilence That Walketh

A Poe Inspired Tale

Azrael

A meditation on mortality

Is Death
The end of pain?
Or do we enter Your domain
Only to ride the Wheel again?

Music of the Spheres

Turn the tide of stinging tears

The Woman of the Waves

A Tale of the Supernatural

Introducing The Occult Corner

To my readers and followers: I am pleased to introduce a new publication, The Occult Corner, a one stop…

Crow Song

A tribute to Nature’s occult wisdom

Night feathered friend
Wrongly maligned
An agent of dread
With evil aims…

Pan

In the depths of a woodland green
Far from the haunts of men obscene
Rests in the lap of an elder oak
Scion of a hoary folk

By The Banks of Lethe Old

Loosed from moorings of tactile shore