ThisHowlingGale

in blood & flesh — the wanting & the tree possessed

[ThisHowlingGale @ThisHowlingGale]

Fallen
Pushed
Makes little difference in the final crush

Lie there
Eyes wet with the earth’s greening
Beneath two pasts
Unrest, its musk most cloying

Ancient tears seek sentience
Betrayal brambles thusly
When Defiler was the name
Who dared whisper: Love me

Art — Roberto Ferri

[romanpriestess @romanpriestess]

The Temple of Apollo

[cinesthetic. @TheCinesthetic]

The use of “Promentory” in The Last of the Mohicans (1992) is one of the most powerful pieces of music ever paired with action on screen. Pure cinematic adrenaline.

[ThisHowlingGale @ThisHowlingGale]

——— Though the heavens fall ———

Art : Le Remords by Louis Baader (1875)

[goth music videos @goth_videos]

Faith And The Muse - Sparks

[ThisHowlingGale @ThisHowlingGale]

There are those amethyst musings
That twilight sometimes brings
A desolate harbinger
Swirling fragrantly in fine brandy
& Chopin’s nocturne, too many

Its melody drifts in the cold wind
Absence all the more haunting
Heat & frisson
Here for moments
Of being

Art — J. Farquharson

[goth music videos @goth_videos]

Peter Murphy - Cuts You Up

[WenD @wtomysiton]

solstice

a wick burning low
the sunless eventide
sinking, sinking in midwinter

incline, incline to the shadow
oh ears, listen:
a heart weeping

how the pale hours grow
oh eyes, see: the dying flame
will not dampen

for the day turns and turns and turns

[medici.tv @medicitv]

[BIRTHDAY] Happy birthday to Polish countertenor Jakub Józef Orliński, born on this day in 1990! He’s one of the most beloved and celebrated opera stars of this decade, and has established himself as one of the world’s leading artists, triumphing on stage and in concert.

[WenD @wtomysiton]

Leave off, dawn
With your blade of light-
You slit the blinds
& blind our eyes
Scathe our bareness
& demand we Rise! Rise!
To relinquish
The arms of night
Your sky is white, white
Unyielding & cruel
Wielding the sun
To sever us heart from heart-
O unremitting day
Be away, be away

[WenD @wtomysiton]

still I live, unending,
in the field overwashed
with wild grass and clover–
you & I wreathed in a sanctuary
of beeswing & sparrowsong,
of poetry & whispered nothing,
our red hearts burning
as fierce as the poppies
whose petals bowed to the wind
whose dark eyes dreamed of love

[ThisHowlingGale @ThisHowlingGale]

What waits beyond the end
Fears full of remembrance
Where pinked blossoms once met
Mingling in skin & almond fragrance
The scent all too brief
Verily in between

We wait beyond sense
Quieted by the tree
Its ancient amoretto dream
Wrapped in sorrowful rest

Art — J.E. Millais

[Lissadell House @LissadellHouse]

Thou wast not made for death, immortal bird

Keats

[ThisHowlingGale @ThisHowlingGale]

Return to that belonging
All forged in time
Memory ever binding
Be it 2 years or 2000
The crawl on skin reborn
So we search for home

Our lips together writhe
Between attar of red rose
& black hellebore divine
Petals maddened by old lore
Remember being torn

Art — Dean Cornwell

[goth music videos @goth_videos]

Dead Can Dance - Opium

[romanpriestess @romanpriestess]

Sunrise at the Temple of Zeus