Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

Alchemisland Poetry

Neuralchemical poetry for comet-scoured skies, matins as the world dies.

POEMS, ODES, PROSE, GHOSTS, RITES, RITUALS, OCCULT HYMNS, LUNAR LIMN

Writings – Invocations

  • Desecrating Hector’s corpse
    by alchemisland
    Bareback riding the mightiest piebald Once owned by Scythian tribes Scared inside, the rebel tribes Send him out. The devil is arrived, I am come to claim my prize. Beat Hector in a one on one trial Now I’m doing circuits of his city His severed head divested now of princely circlet His dragged and… Read more: Desecrating Hector’s corpse
  • On out, brief Achilles
    by alchemisland
    From famous, graven faces, touch-faded The next generation’s wastrels turn away, At whose feet forefathers placed Into divine keeping intricately painted vases In which were heaped ashes from burnt black babies Achilles of the willing unreason, of the million friezes, The riddle of unmade steel, whose attention freezes, Who outshoots Artemis of Ephesus, Who, to… Read more: On out, brief Achilles
  • Viewing platform
    by alchemisland
    From a distant ship’s drip wet foredeck Allies straddling still the winedark sea, awaiting clearance Watch deathbringer Achilles reduce to scree Properties inside which Troy’s unfamiliar Gods linger. In lines are masterless fighters: Vast cannibal tribes barely upright, Hoplites with hex-imbued pilums. Skull-chipping the dart-accurate stones of peltasts and casters The dead left behind Their… Read more: Viewing platform
  • Many metal statue
    by alchemisland
    The moon, thought the prayer Had never before been paler Stormwinds tug at mole-depth pegs and nails. The four dead. The war dead arranged carefully like maze passages Spray. Damaged flesh shines like a sun-wearing bay’s flank The blaze he commanded made now emplaced; Rankening the lanky, flagless standards of that land’s farmers. Horses raised… Read more: Many metal statue
  • Brevity
    by alchemisland
    Always shit to stir up Send violent wishes skyward Then usher my eyeless destrier away from the spiteful saltbite tide No stirrups, breast Burren bare and hairless still The ephebe who kills, the beech without leaves, In hopes that his violent, hope-raping deeds Will see his legacy exceed The briefness of his zeal’s chiefdom.

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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