The Occult Corner

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

The Pestilence That Walketh

A Poe Inspired Tale

Call Me Nick

A Covid Inspired Allegory

The front door chimed as a customer strode in from the damp evening to the incense…

Harbinger of Harvest’s Boon

A seasonal quatrain

The Woman of the Waves

A Tale of the Supernatural

Azrael

A meditation on mortality

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

Crow Song

A tribute to Nature’s occult wisdom

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

By The Banks of Lethe Old

Loosed from moorings of tactile shore

“Thou Shalt Not Suffer a Witch to Live”

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Behind The Veil

A short occult tale

Wellington, Massachusetts