MAX ERNST (1841-1976) GERMAN PAINTER, SCULPTOR, GRAPHIC ARTIST AND POET.

BROM (1965) FREELANCE COMMERCIAL ILLUSTRATOR AND PAINTER.

JOHN JUDE PALENCAR (1957) AMERICAN ILLUSTRATOR

DIABOLUS REX (I960) AMERICAN PAINTER

THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
GROWS DARKER AND STRONGER.
MANY SINS HAVE BEEN PRAISED,
MANY HEADS HAVE BEEN RAISED
TO THE BLACKENED CRACKED
BOULDERS
WASHED WITH BLOOD OF
ADORERS.
IN THE NAME OF THY GOLD
MANY CRIMES WERE
COMMITTED.
AND THE SOULS THAT WERE
SOLD
TO THE SPIRITS OF EVIL,
WEPT WITH FORLORN DESIRES
FOR THE INTANGIBLE
DEEPNESS.











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WHAT HE SEEKS, WHAT HE HOLDS
IS THE LEGEND UNTOLD
OF THE FIRST GRAIL CONCEALED
IN THE DEPTHS OF THE ABYSS.

SOLDIER-ANGEL
FALLEN STRANGER
FULL OF DANGER
MORTAL COIL
SCATHED WITH SOIL
FROM CORPSES BURIED
UNDER  GRIEVE.
THE GODDESS'S SIEVE
WILL PICK THE CHOSEN
AND THEY WILL LIVE
WITH CHAINS UNBROKEN
FOREVER SLAVES
OF GOD'S CAPRICE
THAT LIFE IS NOTHING
MORE THAN THIS.

SEA OF CALMNESS,
SEA OF VAPOR,
SEA OF COLDNESS,
SEA OF DESIRE,
MARE UNDARUM,
MARE IMBRIUM...
IN THE COLD AND HEARTLESS 
MIRE
OF THE DEAD SEAS,
I, VIMPIRE,
WAKE UP TO MY THIRST,
MY WANTON INEBRIATEING
AND INSATIABLE
DESIRE
TO DRINK BLOOD AND LICK
THE WOUNDS.
LEAVE MY TRAIL OF LUST
AND FIRE.

I AM THE IMAGE
OF THE MAGICK LEFT
BEHIND
IN EMPTY EYE SOCKETS,
IN URNS, TRUNKS AND 
LOCKETS,
UNDER VEILS, SHROUDS,
OR VELUMS,
OVER CLIFFS, ABYSSES,
DWELLINGS,
IN THE INNER HEART
OF NATURE,
IN THE DARKEST PAST
OR FUTURE.








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HIS EYES ARE CLOSED. 
HE DOESN'T SEE
THE WORLD IS FULL
OF MISERY.
HE KNOWS INSTEAD WHAT
WILL BE HELD
IN FUTURE STRIVES,
INCOMING HELLS.
SO IF YOU ASK WHAT
IS IN STORE,
HE'LL JUST SMILE...
DON'T ASK FOR MORE.

LIKE MEDUSA, SHE WILL
LEAVE YOU
STRUNG OUT, DICEASED,
DEPARTED
IN OBLIVION, CRUEL ABANDON.
UNFORGIVABLE DESERTION,
CAST AWAY LIKE ROTTEN
DEBRIS
SHUN FROM ALL KIND
OF DELIGHTNESS.

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NOTHING TO SAY.
A LOT TO BE LOOKED AT.
SOME THINGS TO CONSIDER.
NOT MUCH TO PONDER.
TOO MUCH TO WONDER.













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