Steve Vance
Drawings: Halloween fantasies +Poem: immerse us in darkly fascinating worlds, Title: products of ancient fears, +Music: and the emotions they conjure
Hal Rollason
90' of bliss, this may have a choral base but there is a lot going on. Long long drones drifting, whooshing back and forth, a motionless sea of mostly mid tones with some higher and lower tones too. Just when you think it's calming down, the wind picks up and it's off again. Some may see the sea, others clouds, maybe a bit mystical? Recommended
In ancient tombs and ruins deep,
Where shadows dance and secrets keep,
Dead artifacts their vigil hold,
Their tales of power yet untold.
From cursed mummies' gilded tombs,
To forgotten temples' hidden rooms,
These relics of a bygone age,
Whisper secrets of their mystic rage.
Their power resonates through time,
A haunting echo, sublime.
Beware, ye curious and bold,
For these dead artifacts take their toll.
A whispering mask, a cursed chalice,
A mirror with a deadly malice.
Each artifact a relic rare,
With power to evoke despair.
So heed this warning, traveler wise,
Beware the dead artifacts' demise.
Lest you be caught in their ghostly thrall,
And forever fall beneath their spell.
From ancient tombs and sunken cities,
They rise, imbued with arcane might.
Relics of lost civilizations,
Echoes of forgotten rites.
A cursed amulet whispers secrets,
Of dark rituals and forbidden knowledge.
A haunted mirror reflects the past,
Revealing hidden truths and buried rage.
A shattered sword hums with power,
Long dormant, waiting to be unleashed.
A whispering mask grants the wearer,
The power to shapeshift and deceive.
These artifacts of the dead, tempt the living,
With promises of power and immortality.
But beware their dark allure,
For they come with a price.
Those who seek to wield their power,
Must be prepared to face their own darkness.
For the dead artifacts demand a sacrifice,
A piece of the soul, in exchange for their might.
In the realm of the dead, where shadows reign,
The artifacts whisper, tempting the living.
But beware their dark embrace,
For they come with a price that few can afford.
The artifacts of the dead, scattered across the world,
Whispering their secrets to those who dare to listen.
Some are benevolent, offering guidance and protection.
Others are malevolent, seeking to corrupt and enslave.
But all of them are powerful,
And all of them demand a price.
The artifacts of the dead, a cycle of temptation and corruption.
Those who seek their power are doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past.
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