Just a Small Post-script to Lunacy: trigger warnin.

Where do demons go to rest? 

This night... 

This silence has no end. 

I see them now... 

The after-impressions the monstrosities leave in the air, 

Like the afterburn of a photo... 

Shredded clothes, 

Jagged teeth... 

Just behind me, 

Always moving... 

Fast as lightning. 

Some of the creatures i see clearly, 

Others through the cornees of my eyes... 

Others... 

Move in impressions. 

I seek my way further into the heart of darkness, 

I must see the true monsters... 

To see the abyss in its entirety. 

You think you know the darkness? 

The crawling,  shifting,  pulsing... 

Jittery-scritchy movements

And chattering and noises and white noise, 

In all the grey areas... 

The static,  the silence,  the noise behind the shower? 

That is there day or night, 

Always the creeping of distorted faces and creatures everywhere... 

Hiding knives everywhere in the fated hope that something, 

So useless... 

Will save us from beings that can be harmed by no blade. 

Inciting verses and symbols, 

Talismens and safeguards do not work... 

They are inside

And they are

Everywhere

And hungry

And murderous 

And here

Now

Now

Now here. 

The smallest of things can twist and warp, 

The smallest gears of the mind. 

A simple name... 

De Vermis mysteriis. 

And we bring the darkness through. 

Do you ever find yourself smiling upside down into a mirror? 

Don't... 

It traps your soul

And now all we say is this

Hahahahaha

Dont worry.. 

They are

Just getting me used to when these demons will ushur me sweetly into Hell. 

Doomed you see... 

Where do demons go when they're host is taken from them? 

To the Daughter... 

Do you need a rainstorm?

A thunderstorm has attached itself to me... 

Sleep Paralysis: Entry 01

There was a storm in my bedroom last night... 

In the darkest hour, 

Felt the chains bind tight... 

The pressure of a thousand fathoms crushing, 

Us down... 

The way the shadows warp, 

Even with the lights we keep on... 

How long we stay awake, 

The chattering in the darkness... 

Scuttling in the corners, 

Scuttles underneath... 

The white static noise, 

Deafening in our ears... 

The wind, 

Freezing that raged everywhere... 

The ravens that shrieked, 

Movement... Insects  on my hands... 

It doesn't matter if we stay awake, 

The monsters walk in the dark hours... 

Eyes sewed open, 

Eyes sewed close... 

Where do demons go when they are, 

Cast out of their host... 

They latch on, 

The legions... 

The feral hounds with their eyes, 

That burn apart... 

Us. 

More and more, 

You see the cycles of darkness we bring. 

Maelstrom in a bedroom... 

And we are laughing alone, 

In an empty house... 

We are never awake. 

Un-wake...

A tune unfinished... 

Drifts through these hours, 

Of hauntings and leviathans... 

I walked into the Between last night, 

To the place beyond the Long Pale... 

Somewhere near and far from the distance of day, 

The embrace of deepest night... 

Far past what has been left to us, 

This heart that is as foreign to us as a different planet. 

I travel through rooms that are all the same... 

The Arctic has seeped into the still places way below, 

These fingers grey and fractured... 

The cold has teeth, 

And this embrace has knives... 

As we pace in turn to the steps death stalks us, 

An endless dance... 

When Fate, 

Did you choose your fancy to bind these chains... 

The Marrionette you still manipulate, 

When it is broken... 

Still sweet silence, 

This deal struck... 

Of rules to a game we barely knew we were playing, 

These ghost s... 

These endless faces that haunt us in these half hours, 

Oh so sweet the addiction of darkness... 

We reap what we write, 

Not what we sew... 

And now you are to join their number, 

To become what was... 

A dream fading already, 

And lost. 

These hours slowly creep. 

Herre Fate, 

I do not want to dance anymore... 

I don't suppose a truce would be to your taste? 

Though knowing you... 

Youd enjoy luring me in with such a chance. 

You staked your claim over me years passed, 

And till death shall we part... 

This monstrous game, 

Shall go on. 

Here is a riddle... 
Here is an impossibility. 

A long time ago she wandered far away... 
She found her way to a forgotten sea shore, 
Felt the call of the darkness... 
The labyrinth that binds her mind. 

Long ago she decided to leave... 
To walk into the ocean, 
To let the eddies and waters erase and carry away. 

My bunny lies over the ocean... 
My bunny lies over the sea, 
Please won't the waves... 
Bring my bunny back to me. 

Endless miles she was swept away... 
Until something heard, 
Something saw... 
And came for her. 
It dragged her down... 
Amidst the lights that rose up, 
And now she slumbers deep below... 

Open your eyes, 
Be you... 
I see a reflection of you in every image, 
Movement... 
Distraction, 
Book. 

She sleeps... 
She always sleeps, 
And i cannot wake her... 
I cannot wake you anymore. 

The Slink-way Carousel...

11.23 p.m.

 

You step out into the night,

and in the darkness...

a carousel,

there sits.

Like a universe in faded and broken lights...

A tune creeps amongst the shadows,

winds about the gilded flashing mirrors...

Nestles into your ears and close to your heart.

 

You breathe out,

breathe white against the dark.

You draw near to the strange music...

The faded patterns and a cold,

broken laugh that suddenly rises amidst...

The flash of a fractured face...

A wicked grin,

upon a face of shadows...

Click-clicking claws,

swiveling eyes.

But still you draw near...

You step up, 

and you notice for the first....

The way the tune is beating,

how it catches and repeats, 

you press your fingers against a delicately carved spire and beyond....

Amidst the colours,

eyes the colour of flint glint out at you,

a pale skin and a savage smile beaneath a Stage Masters' torn hat...

As the creature spins into view,

and sweeps its' hat off in a theatrical bow to you...

His teeth seem to lengthen and twist as he grins from beneath that bow,

and then he is beside you...

Everywhere like the shadows,

as surely he ushers you on with a wink...

 

'Trail my way night-child...' he whispers in a voice of madness.

'Come to my tinkering-lounge.

Sit down, sit...

and perhaps we shall palavar,

mayhaps we shall dance...

maybe we will perform a little galavant of Fate.'

A slamming bar tune fills your ears,

as the man guides you round and round the carousel until...

Louder,

the thundering bar tap-tap evolves into,

a broken piano...

An old dragon sits there...

and he plays,

he jives...

He slams those keys down as smoke drifts from his nostrils,

to coil above the keys...

The dragon smiles at you,

as the lights seem to dance... 

and the madman twirls you around

 and forces you into a silently floating carriage...

Led by ten gold steeds.

As the dragon continues to hammer away,

that jaunting melody...

The madman crouches down beside you,

grins...

and then pulls out a blade from his tattered coat.

He balances it by its' tip upon his palm,

flips it...

A silver lighting his eyes,

before he offers it to you.

 

'Play our music,

dance our game...

Carve yourself a soul if you would deign too,

upon this merry-as-Hell carousel of ours...

But do mind the rain.'

You take the blade from him...

You do as he suggests,

you carve a mark of soul...

Upon the nearby wall.

Thunder deep as bones of the earth,

and light as silver as that blade scorches apart the star-filled sky...

Clouds form at the speed of sound.

'Watch them coil...

watch them murl.' the madman sings.

The dragons' banging tune rises into the mayhem of the storm.

It shivers.

It mists,

then it pours.

The tune becomes inseperable from the rain...

As a final flash of silver lightning,
Blinds the world...
The world returns,
The lighting flees...
Into pure onslaught of Rain,
Stealing the Dragon away with it...
and the piano stands empty.

The carousel emits a warped screech...
A warped shudder,
and then the madman is beside you again.

The rain pours.

Ten of the carousel lights flicker,
and then burst...

He holds out his hand to you,
and helps you to your feet...

He leads you to the edge of the carousel,
as the world is dark and water before you...
You turn once more,
to gaze at the faded splendor...
Of that slink-way carousel,
then you look at him.

The madman grins magnificently at you,
and removes his rag-tag hat.
He drops his hand inside...
and after a brief struggle,
he yanks an umbrella from within...

'I bid you well,
dear night-child,
dear hoot...
and I hope to see you again very soon.
Let this carousel remain tucked away in your heart...
A glowing illuminance,
To light the dark.
We are here in the corners,
where your eyelids blink...
and now always,
your soul shall be engraved here.'

The madman offers you the umbrella,
 with a last smile...
and a wink,
and then promptly pushes you out into the street.

The rain plummets,
yet swiftly the umbrella you lift...
and hurriedly race to reach your porch.

The hour upon your watch chimes twelve...
As you turn one last time,
to look.

Far away now,
the carousel sits...
twinkling like a mini universe,
and even as you watch,
it shrinks further
and further away...

Fracturing into the night,
and emitting one final gasp...
Of golden lights and a haunting music,
it disappears.

Is gone.

But there still...
Haunting your heart.

Hey there dear ones,
It's been such a while but my computers been evil.

Four days ago, before the rain began, the door to Eternity opened in my mind again. It brought with it an impression, sometime around midnight that if I stepped outside into my street I'd see a carousel a-lit with lights waiting for me.

These words came to me after that.

I hope you have enjoyed our,
Slink-way carousel.


Miss C.L.Scarlett xx

 

 

Sleeping Universes Out Way...

 

Last Words of

Tom Whitman:

 

'Imaginareum.'

 

 

 

 

'I'd hoped to hear the chords played again one day,

Without them I am lost in this nothingness...

Wandering after far off music,

in a desert of ashes...

If the tune had a colour,

it would be a mixture of pink and red...

Constantly afraid of it fading away,

terrified of the silence that may come...

My final memories are pulling me to the end of a black alley.

There's a door in the darkness,

I struggle to find my way through the door...

I can hear it clearly now,

The most beautiful melody ever created by man...

I enter the room,

and there forever remains...

that change from G to E minor.'

 

 

 

 

We are haunted by these shadows of ours...

the world that sometimes,

is more real to us than this...

This now.

Autumn leaves are falling in my soul...

and he has come back for me,

to take me far from here...

he was always waiting,

but now I go far away...

I must,

and until then...

I bid you,

Farewell.

 

Miss C.L.Scarlett xx

 

 

 



La Forteresse...

 
 

La Forteresse...

 

Lat Infinita.

 

Welcome back...

 

to

 

ilmaginareum Macabrett.

 

 

 

 .......

 

 

 

Today we invite you...

dear Sir and MadMadam,

to walk our boardwalks...

by the light of our bloodthirsty moon.

 

Shortly you will reach a place...

where someone,

will be waiting for you...

If you please,

do venture on...

 

 

 

 

Make haste,

for the night has teeth...

and the creatures listen,

beneath the waters...

of this vast and vast ocean,

dark and fabulous...

 

You walk forward,

through air that brushes its' chilling fingers...

against your skin,

wind so sharp...

that it carves patterns upon your face,

the way the boardwalks groan...

and shift,

the small whisperings beneath...

the strange echoes,

high up in the dark...

the walkway winds,

and curves...

 

In parts you venture through fog,

so deep and blinding...

physical and shifting,

that it suffocates your mind...

your lungs,

throws shards....

 through the rivers of your blood,

where faces grin out through the white...

those you have lost,

those you have forgotten...

long past where we no longer go,

where the dust gathers in worlds...

and the centuries where we have closed our eyes.

 

You follow the boardwalk as it drops...

just below the waterline,

and the fog c l e      ars...

 

You see the great creatures,

that slip and writhe beneath the waters' surface...

near where your feet slide,

the colours...

the glint of teeth,

trails of darkness...

coral,

and hands...

reaching up about the mould-ridden walkway,

the currents that swirl about your ankles...

the salt that clings to your skin and throat,

gentle waves and a brightening sky...

of eternal blue,

endless horizon...

Gentling breeze,

and you see...

Rising higher from the water,

the boardwalks end...

Upon which rests,

a tent...

a pavilion,

resplendent...

and yet as quiet all about,

as the way the earth turns...

The door is open,

shadows lie within...

and a sign angles its' crumbling way by the door.

 

 

ilmaginareum Macabrett

Presents...

As an honoured guest,

Of...

La Forteresse,

we give you...

 

De Saint Louis.

 

You step through the doorway,

and find yourself...

in the smallest of bazaars.

 

You glimpse faded colours...

Bones worn away,

heady scents...

Curious delights,

volumes etched with dust...

At its' centre,

perched amongst the shadows...

sits a being.

 

His face is a mask,

that both laughs and screams...

and he has a presence of dust,

of things that time has rubbed away but not destroyed...

an eternal enigma,

shadows surround him like a cloak...

and way back there,

somewhere in the dark...

feathers or leaves shift,

the weight of something heavy...

a deep fire.

 

 

 

He lifts his head...

and his eyes dance a dark dance,

as he inclines his head to you...

Briefly his wolf-like teeth flash out to you,

in a grin as fleeting as the lightning...

 

'Writing a story,

is like writing a song...

creating a symphony.'

the being laughs.

'A stage waiting...

to be filled with the light,

we weave into images...

That we channel,

into notes of fire...

that they can taste,

hear and see.

This is now the teaching you must learn...

to attain the eternal laugh,

the backwards grin...

The jesters foolhardy.

 

 

This is how they taught us the way...

If the horror comes for you,

open the door...

run and dance to meet the monster,

stare it in the face...

get right up close and good,

and scream laughter at it...

Often the darkness finds ways,

to get inside...

to find a way in no matter the light,

you have held to...

To live in such a state,

is not possible...

For eventually,

all of what is your heart shall be torn apart...

by their hunger,

their spite of all creation...

all that was good,

all sanity...

and reason,

until everything is warped.

The only way...

is to reach an affinity with the chaos,

to balance the line...

Some choose to wear the Darkness upon their face,

to take up the knife...

to pull on with glee the mantle of madness,

anger...

the Dark itself,

as the mask it is...

You parade the mask,

take on the terrifying humour...

To ensure the demons let well enough alone,

to sub-exist in the labyrinth...

You must become the epiphany of balance,

 So that to the Darknesses that plague you...
You are one of them.

The time will come...
when you will set that mask on fire,
grin as they see the true light that your illusion of darkness...
hid,
that they would see the Dark...
and accept it as a part of you but separate,
what will one day...
be let drop to the ground,
while we run and shriek away...
Faster then than all the winds of the world,
where we take back those arms of the Heavens...
that enabled us flight,
that let us unshackle these chains...
and see the true power,
we held...
What we abused,
and distorted...
Now we are flight,
and we are the storms...
the deep rumbles,
the centre of this universe...
its' engravings,
its' turnings...
Its' pulse.
So we rest in this stead...
and pull out the blade,
shatter the reflection that leers at us...
and set these sails alight,
as we seek the shores...
That have always held captive,
our hearts of stone...
and breathed them living again.
Eternal.
Remember my words...
The words of,
De Saint Louis...
and turn the tides.
Go back now...
and open your eyes.'

Lat Infinita...

...La Forteresse.

Into Forever...

...Into this Fortress.

 

 

 

  Much love to you all... Something is changing, can't you feel it? Hopefully, I will be permitted to write to you again sometime soon and if not then for Autumn's first breath.

 

  Miss CLScarlett xx