The Darkness
The Ghost Is Back
By Charles E S Fairey
The Ghost Is Back
Boom boom click clack
From the Light into the Black.
All across the Earth chaos ensues
In all histories He left the clues
Boundaries all dissolved, between the rules.
Caught on camera the blazing star
Over Zion’s Rock flashing from afar
Over Japanese quake like Sun God Ra.
Hail of warfare upon the land
War across the eastern deserts of sand
The Warrior, The Blazing Star, The Final Stand.
The Ghost Is Back
Boom boom click clack
From the Light into the Black.
The darkness enveloping the minds of mankind
The lost secrets the world rushing to find
Demons reminded that their souls already signed.
Faster than the rays of light
Seeing into all infinite sub-particle delight
Sown into all creation the Ghost’s might.
Watching all everywhere above and below
The secrets in mind all spoken all show
In the chaos magic the end cometh flow.
The Ghost Is Back
From the Light and into the Black
From the shadows attack attack.
All knowledge flowing into Him
All good, balance, bad, evil and sin
The lights gone out the world dim.
The music of the stars their hymn
Humming kabalistic qualities into Ghost
The Host, The All and The Most
The Ghost Is Back
From the Light and into the Black.
His mind the abyss of everything
Chaos total nothingness to Him sings
The Beat of the Drum thundering
The End of All Time All Things
The Ghost Is Back
From the Light and into the Black.
The Ghost Is Back
From the realms of the netherworld
The Blazing Star unchained from Cross
Till the Light turns to Black
And matter unbalanced by darkness
As the spheres no longer rotate
And Creation becomes the Ghost.
For I Am Forsaken
By Charles E S Fairey
My hand proves a slip
From the dark realm cannot awaken
Forever in Death forsaken,
With the shrouded entombed
To walk the Earth forever doomed,
My path the Valley of the Dead
Listen to what the rosy kiss said,
The Rose of Charon, the Shadow of Man.
He watches me forevermore
For I shall never pass through dead’s door,
The Ferryman my eternal guide
Upon the pale horse I ride,
With the shrouded entombed
To walk in the shadows doomed,
My hand proves a slip
The Father of the Widow’s Son, the Rose of Charon.
Black Roses my Maiden of Death adores
Death to all but me, she calls,
My constant shadow forever follows
My domain beneath, till All Hallows,
Forsaken for all of time
In my realm no clock no chime,
The Rose of Charon, Shadow of Man
Osiris the Lord of the Dead and Damned.
Unable to rise from this dark abode
Forever doomed into Death sowed,
My constant shadow with shroud looks
Everywhere he haunts and in all the books,
Written out of the Book of Life
Sown into the Book of Death,
Beyond the power of the Scythe
Forsaken forever sings my ghostly breath.
To walk forever the shadow of Charon
The Father of the Widow’s Risen Son,
While all others from history fade
At the end of Grimm’s blade,
My hand proves a slip
Forever in Death forsaken
With the shrouded entombed
To walk the earth forever doomed.
The Reaper is my constant shadow
While others dance in the park and meadow.
The Hooded One
By Charles E S Fairey
My shroud clothes me
Empty face where one should be
Faces of all and many forms
I am death crowned with thorns.
A deathly dark figure
Of supernatural origin
No face but red eyes
Near death I hear your sighs.
Angel of the Dark One
See me above my altar
Looking down at all the living
Your dark hearts to me come singing.
My shroud clothes me
Empty face where one should be
An hourglass in one hand
Counting devoured souls each grain of sand.
Here forever gone never
My hand about your throat
Taking you from your earthly abode
From the beginning where all life flowed.
Dressed all in black
My cowl comforting me
Keeping the cold hand of death warm
And from life you shall be torn.
My shroud clothes me
Empty face where one should be
I am the Lord of the Dead
The all powerful Godhead.
The Dark One of all time
With the stars I will forever shine
Seen all saints and martyrs pass
Take of my flesh and blood my mass.
For I am the Dark One
The Man of all forms and faces
I have no face of my own
And forever I rule from God’s Throne.
My shroud clothes me
Empty face where one should be
The Hooded One
The Dark One
Faces of all and many forms
I am death crowned with thorns.
