Art of the Supernatural


A collection of writings that inspired or were inspired by art and artists

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Posted on January 14, 2012 at 11:10 PM Comments comments (0)

Today I saw a swallow skipping through the breeze

and I imagined a fairy where the swallow might have been


Today I saw a dog that was sleeping in the trees

and I imagined a dragon there, sleeping in the green


Today I saw a fish that leapt amid the stream

and I imagined it was a nymph that laughed in waters agleam


Everything that I see, I see as if in a dream

Now can you imagine the things that I have see...

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Tir NanOg

Posted on January 14, 2012 at 12:10 PM Comments comments (0)

In eldritch fens on the ancient loams

Where ne’er a Christian footfall sounds

Past fey mists are the standing stones

Where the gods of old can yet be found


Here was I taken by magic and mists

By a fleeting fancy was I led astray

Here the ancient powers bend and twist

To the whimsy of the Fey


And once I reached that secret grot

Did meet with a raven haired youth


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Posted on January 14, 2012 at 12:05 PM Comments comments (0)

In a blackened field that runs with blood

Where sunlight never deigns to gleam

Where bones are sowed and souls are reaped

There, on a stone, is carven a name

The name of CROM CRUACH

And further more is written there

though it chills my blood to speak the words

It tells of a da...

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The Ballad of Badon Hill

Posted on January 12, 2012 at 12:55 AM Comments comments (0)

Men of Britain loud their cry

their banners held upright and high

Their pennants flare against the sky

On the road to Badon

Paint your faces Britain’s children

Sing your son...

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Chapter Two: Voodoo Moon

Posted on September 23, 2011 at 6:50 PM Comments comments (0)

**Joseph Mathias O’Connell**

Ambrose dripped iced water methodically onto the sugar cubes suspended over two glasses, "Blast it, Captain, can’t we just drink it?" Joseph finally blurted out after fifteen minutes of this ritual.

Ambrose lifted his eyes for a moment then went back to dripping the water, "Any halfwit can guzzle liquor, the preparation and consumption of absinthe is an art." He said, observing the...

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Vincent and the Doctor

Posted on September 8, 2011 at 8:50 PM Comments comments (0)

First of all, I want my bias of the Doctor Who series to be obvious. It is my beleif that Doctor Who is the most brilliant series that has ever been written, whereas most sci-fi series lose the warmth and heart of other genres beneath cold technology the Doctor time and again dazzles you with its complete genuineness and compassion. The stories are so well tied together that you can go back sometimes several seasons and notice things that foreshadowed maor plot developments later in the serie...

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The Final Words of Austen A. Pickering

Posted on August 6, 2011 at 12:55 AM Comments comments (0)

In the midst of the night's dark vault, when it seems that the the fabric of the world is at its most tenebrous, when the mist that will fall into morning dew is just rising and it is hard to beleive that there was ever any such thing as daylight or people. This is the Witching Hour.

The things that walk the earth at these times are not for the eyes of mortal men. They are as shadows that stride through the blackest vaults of eternity,...

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Chapter One: Serenity Rising

Posted on May 15, 2011 at 10:21 PM Comments comments (0)
**Captain Ambrose Bethal Trant II** Captain Ambrose Bethal Trant II made his way to the instruments in the wheelhouse which was quite a feat as he was falling with increasing velocity towards a small town somewhere below in the Confederation . He tapped the glass face of the Entropy monitor which, despite the sordid predicament, remained obstinately stationary within the safe levels. ???Completely banjaxed,??? he muttered into the whipping wind, ???have to invest in a newer model when you???re... Read Full Post »

Ode to a Haggis

Posted on December 3, 2010 at 3:24 AM Comments comments (0)

Disclaimer: I did not write this I just find it to be a very compelling poem about Haggis...


Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, 

Great chieftain o the puddin'-race! 

Aboon them a' ye tak your place, 

Painch, tripe, or thairm: 

Weel are ye wordy of a grace 

As lang's my arm.


The groaning trencher there ye fill, 

Your hurdies li...

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Cad Goddeu-Prologue

Posted on November 19, 2010 at 11:55 PM Comments comments (0)

I am Merlin and I stand on the lands of my ancestors. Neither sunshine nor moonglow fall on the fields and fens of Annwfn, no breeze stirs ancient forests twisted by time, no rainfall disturbs air ancient as stone and laden with secrets. Only the mist, grey and formless separates the sky from the land. I come to lay rest to the king, my student and my friend, Arthur. The Knights bear the body up the rocky shoal, I have led the way to this sacred place and now I stand by and watch the proce...

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