Marianne de Lilith
Marianne de Lililth
Carson Cody Albion sat in his private eye office
From his window, he could get a good view of parts of the city burning
The private eye felt hungry so he ordered a pizza to be delivered to his office
Unbeknownst to Albion, the courier got his orders mixed-up
A pizza that was to be delivered to the leader of a rival gang
A gang in opposition to the gang that owned the pizza shop
Was delivered to Albion instead
The pizza contained several doses of toad venom
Luckily for Albion the pizza cook got his recipe books mixed up
He did not sprinkle enough toad venom on the mozzarella to deliver death
Only enough to give the eater a high
Although Albion might not have died anyways
He was immortal
Having drunk breast milk from the lovely knockers of
the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis back on VE-Day
May 8th 1945
Albion ate the pizza
and drank his bourbon
And soon he was off on a hallucinogenic trip
That would have made Samuel Taylor Coleridge green with envy
For there was no storytelling sailor with an albatross around his neck
Nor a Kubla Khan in Xanadu stately decreeing a pleasure dome
Rather this sight greeted his senses
Marianne de Lilith
I am Marianne de Lilith
said the sexy redheaded witch
Well, Marianne, said Albion,
I love the way you’re holding that broomstick.
Bats flew in the light of the full moon
Behind the dead desolate tree.
“This is but a vision of the mind,” Albion reflected
“As I don’t think the Farmer’s Almanac called for a full moon this evening.”
“The tree behind me died as a result of being watered with toad venom,”
Marianne explained.
“That is a shame,” Albion reflected as he threw his cigarette lighter at Marianne’s feet.
Albion crawled over to pick it up.
“I’m reminded of fishing season for some reason,” Albion remarked as he gazed up her stockings and her skirt.
A spiked stiletto high-heeled shoe crushed his hand.
“This never happened to John Candy when he made a splash with his loose change aboard that boat,” Albion grimaced with pain.
Albion soon found himself in Marianne’s shack.
He started whistling that song “What A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts”
as he gazed at the pair of knockers that weren’t hanging on Marianne’s door.
“I take it you still like being breast fed?” Marianne asked the private eye.
“I do,” Albion nodded, “I’m like Jerry Seinfeld in that respect.”
So Marianne breast fed him.
Breasts that were loaded with toad’s venom and not milk.
Albion went into cardiac arrest and was rushed to an LA hospital.
“Beware the breasts of Marianne de Lilth!” Calpurnia’s ghost warned as she strolled the corridors of the hospital emergency ward.
Her warning came a little too late for Carson Cody Albion private eye.
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday June 13th
2020.
Morrigan In Cornwall
Morrigan In Cornwall
Along the cliffs she walked
While a raven flew by
Morrigan the Irish Celtic goddess of war
Beneath where she walked was the surging tide
watery grave of many a sailor that died
Behind her was wood of ancient fallen tree
Cast over these cliffs in storm that shattered tranquility
These were the shores of Cornwall wild
where wild desolate moors and cliffs of smugglers’ coves beguiled
Not far from here was the Arthurian legend born
A brief ray of hope in a land forlorn
Far far north of here were the mists of Avalon
Where the Arthurian sun set after Arthur was gone
Now this land along with the world was pandemic bound
So here far from eerie silence of death was bird cry and raging surf sound
Like many immortals from ancient pantheons Morrigan returned to walk the earth
when guns of August 1914 heralded a bloody rebirth
A century of war
and blood galore
Fascism, Nazism and Communism
A three headed cobra with deadly fangs it bore
Never far from human hearts the poison surged to the planet’s very core
And now Mother Earth itself was filled with hate
A virus arose of deadly destiny and most fatal of fate
Floods and cyclones now arose in the midst of May
Were earthquakes now on the way neath skies so gray?
And war itself may not be far behind
That fiery red horse so insidiously unkind
Ares was still stomping his feet
waiting for Morrigan to pick up the beat
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday May 21st
2020.
Dorian Gray and The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka
Dorian Gray and The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka
The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka was walking through the Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery in London.
It was a private visit as the Dashwood Forrest Art Gallery still hadn’t been granted permission by the UK government to publicly open during lockdown.
As Dashwood Forrest hurried back to his office because his office phone was ringing, the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka continued to walk down the halls of the gallery.
She entered a room marked PRIVATE as Forrest told her to treat the gallery as if it were her own home.
She noticed nothing in the room except for a pair of purple velvet curtains.
She opened the curtains and behind them were two portrait oil paintings.
One was a portrait of a young man.
And the other was a portrait of a teddy bear.
She recognized the young man in the portrait.
His name was Dorian Gray.
For the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka was an immortal.
In the summer of 1878, she had ridden a rare creature- a white buffalo- and as a result of that experience she became immortal.
That autumn, she had gone to London, England where she had lived ever since.
Also that autumn, she had met a dashing young man by the name of Dorian Gray.
After a whirlwind tour of sights and spots throughout England with Dorian, Tanaka thought that she was in love.
Dorian had invited her down to the seaside holiday spot of Brighton with him.
The Lakota Sioux Princess was sure that Dorian was going to ask her to marry him.
Dorian proposes marriage to the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka on the seashore at Brighton.
Tanaka said yes.
Later in Dorian’s hotel room, she went into his bedroom as he was out in the hall chatting to the bell boy.
She was shocked to discover a bunch of female human heads – all of them beautiful (for Dorian Gray did not have the exceptionally high IQ of a Pan Goatee) and perfectly preserved stored in jars of formaldehyde.
“Dorian!” She exclaimed when he walked back into the room, “What are these?”.
Dorian looked shocked and bit his lip, “Er… Um… You know how some people like collecting beautiful butterflies or beautiful seashells or beautiful autumn leaves or beautiful pressed flowers, I… um… like collecting heads of beautiful women.”
“But that’s sick!” Tanaka was shocked.
“But I’ve been invited to the Rothschild’s masked ball dinner party every year for the past 18 years!” Dorian protested, “How can you call someone who’s been invited to the Rothschild masked ball dinner party for that long sick?”.
Tanaka left slamming the door behind her.
“Does this mean the engagement is off?” Dorian called out from the balcony of his hotel room as she entered a horse carriage and the carriage drove away.
Dorian and Tanaka never saw one another again.
Later she heard the body of an unknown old man stabbed in the heart was found in Dorian Gray’s house in London.
Dorian himself was never seen again.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday May 19th
2020.
Reblog of Ghost Ship: The Flying Dutchman Sails On and On
A supernatural narrative poem and vampire novel chapter I wrote over a year and 3 months ago:
On a moonlit night the sky’s spotlight
casts its rays down on tonight’s performer
a sailing ship rising out of the mist
in a globe theatre where sea and sky do meet
From underneath the water Poseidon’s hand
seems to rise from below the depths
lifting the old Dutchman like a pearl of great price
as an offering and a gift to Diana’s lantern in the night sky
Oh ship of mighty oak and sturdy deck and towering masts
what a price thou hast paid
for having for a master one Captain Hendrick Van der Decken
He who would make league and sup with the Devil
to have the fastest ship that would sail to the East Indies and back
And so there at the Cape of Good Hope
ship, master and crew would lose all hope
as Captain Hendrick stood on deck at the wheel
and cursed the wind…
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Countess Draculina, Justin, A Gender Confused Wombat and A Pot Smoking Walrus
Countess Draculina, Justin, A Gender Confused Wombat and A Pot Smoking Walrus
Justin entered the mirror.
And felt the wet sand under his feet.
What happened to his shoes and socks he wondered?
The Basilides gnostic god Abraxas had them on his two feet (which were heads of serpents) in another dimension.
Walking through two inter-dimensional portal mirrors on the same night can cause stuff to go missing.
Which was always the noted Australian entertainer Uncle Ernie’s explanation whenever his g-string style jock strap fell off while he was on the stage in his drag queen show and the audience could see what he had (or lack thereof!).
Justin looked at the vampiress who stood before him.
“A little bird tells me that you’re the Countess Draculina the daughter of Count Dracula,” Justin spoke with his usual meandering manner of speaking.
Countess Draculina leaned forward and shouted “Boo!”.
The little hummingbird on Justin’s shoulder flew away.
“I didn’t know there was a full moon tonight,” Justin looked at the full moon and the Scottish castle behind Countess Draculina.
“That is an illusion,” Draculina laughed, “caused by a great searchlight (invented by Nikola Tesla) casting its full moon signal into the air.”
“Will signs and wonders never cease?” Justin used a fine tooth comb to remove gray hairs from his hair.
“Those signs and wonders will soon increase and increase,” Draculina licked the blood off her lips just as an Australian wombat (who was actually Uncle Ernie shapeshifting from another dimension) crawled up and licked the blood off her breasts atop her low-cut gothic attire mini dress.
“And what is the purpose of all these signs and wonders?” Justin asked as he inhaled pot smoke that was being exhaled by a pot smoking Arctic walrus that had just crawled on to the shore from the sea.
The ghost of John Lennon appeared on one of the high towers of the distant Scottish castle and began singing a paraphrased version of one of his old hits, “Imagine all the people worshipping the Antichrist… someday you’ll join us and the world will be as one.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday February 24th
2020.
Inside Magical Mystery Tour
Inside Magical Mystery Tour
Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau was inside his greenhouse.
He was staring at the late Victorian/early Edwardian era antique mirror that stood in the place where his pot smoking and cannabis exhaling desert cactus plant Strawberry Fields Forever had once stood.
A mirror that reflected neither Justin’s image nor the area of the greenhouse around him.
For within its glass was the image of a closed rare and used book store at the intersection of a dark alley and desolate London street at night.
“Where’s my pot smoking cactus plant?” Justin asked, “I thought I was getting a pot smoking cactus plant called Magical Mystery Tour?”.
“Enter the mirror, stupid,” a voice from the bookshop inside the mirror spoke.
“Did you just tell me to enter the mirror?” Justin asked.
“Brilliant deduction,” the voice answered.
Justin walked into the mirror and found himself standing at the corner of desolate street and dark alley in London.
The only thing within his sight was the closed used book store.
Mist which smelled a lot like pot smoke filled the dark London street.
He decided to try to open the door of the closed book store that was called Tezcatlipoca’s Antiquarium and Rare Books.
Sure enough the door opened and a bell above the door rang indicating a customer was entering the shop.
The old shop owner who was a skeleton covered in cob webs looked up from the cob web and dust covered book he was reading called The Brothers Grimm Grimoire.
He got up to greet Justin and his skull fell off.
Whereupon the rest of his bones fell apart as well.
A volume called Old Yale University Alumni fell off one of the book shelves and landed on top of the skull and bones.
Justin walked to the back of the bookstore where he saw a pot of coffee brewing.
The pot of coffee was next to an antique mirror (much like the one in Justin’s greenhouse) except this mirror reflected the book shelves round about as well as Justin’s own image.
A bony finger emerged from inside the mirror and pointed at the coffee pot and an old ceramic cup bearing the image of what looked to be an old Aztec deity.
“Take and drink,” a voice inside the mirror commanded.
Justin poured himself a cup of coffee.
He added cream that he poured from a small statue of the Egyptian cow goddess Hathor.
He added sugar from packets of sugar marked Uncle Ernie’s Sugar Free Sugar that had the inscription at the back Aleister Crowley approved.
He used a skull insignia emblazoned spoon to stir the concoction.
He drank.
Justin then looked at the mirror and saw this image:
Countess Draculina in front of a castle on the West Coast of Scotland
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday February 23rd
2020.
Maria Orsic On Ghost Pine Lake
Maria Orsic On Ghost Pine Lake
The year was 1947.
And the Austro-Croatian mystic Maria Orsic was at Ghost Pine Lake in Central Alberta.
She had somewhat of an adventuresome 2 years.
When Nazi Germany unconditionally surrendered on May 8th 1945, she had carried with her a briefcase showing drafts of flying saucers that would be able to fly using Vril energy.
Maria Orsic had been hoping to flee the country.
But she had been conked on the head by an officer of the U.S. Office of Strategic Services (predecessor to the American CIA) and her briefcase containing the flying saucer and Vril energy drafts were stolen by that operative.
When she awoke, she had found herself in the Elysian Fields in the arms of Napoleon Bonaparte.
Apparently Hermes in his role as Psychopomp (guide of the souls of the Dead to and through the Underworld) had mistaken the unconscious Maria Orsic for being dead and had taken her down there.
Hermes made the mistake because he had been drunkenly carousing with Dionysus/Bacchus the night before.
As punishment for this drunken fiasco and mishap, an angry Zeus decreed that Hermes was to be present at the birth of a baby who would grow up to be the notorious Australian character who called himself Uncle Ernie.
Hermes would never recover from being present at that particular Nativity (at which magic mushroom eating transvestite 3 foot tall dwarf demons sang Glory Be To Crowley In The Highest) and was still being treated for PTSD by Psyche’s psychiatrist to this day.
Maria Orsic would be escorted by Persephone back up to Earth.
And today she found herself at boat races being held at Ghost Pine Lake.
Among the competitors would be one Franz Kohler of the Nazi SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau.
He would be competing under the name of Jack Pipe.
Maria Orsic had recognized Jack Pipe’s photo when she read a Boat Racing News magazine issue in a Chicago hairstylist’s salon.
So she went northwest to Ghost Pine Lake.
Meanwhile Dracul Van Helsing and the ghost of Orson Welles were also present at Ghost Pine Lake on this day in 1947.
They had traveled back in time using the Houdini-Tesla-Pantages-Welles-Lamarr prototype magic lantern (a magic lantern that served as an instrument of time travel).
The reason for their time travelling excursions was a series of peculiar phenomena that were happening in Alberta in the year 2020.
A ghost white buffalo had been spotted wandering through Dry Island Buffalo Jump Provincial Park east of the town of Huxley (named after the famous Darwinian evolutionist Thomas Huxley. Huxley was currently roasting away on a spit down in Tartarus and was now a convinced creationist).
The last time a Ghost White Buffalo had been seen in these parts was back during the dreadfully cold winter of 1907-08.
In addition, the ghost of the Headless Horseman of Ghost Pine Lake (a Cree indigenous warrior who had lost his head in battle to the tomahawk of a Blackfoot indigenous warrior) was starting to show up on nights that were not moon lit.
Previously the ghost had only looked for his head on moonlit nights.
Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol was convinced something unusual was happening in the Supernatural realm.
Pope Francis who was a Marxist dialectical materialist disagreed.
In between takes of his shooting a music video (a remake of the 1980s video where a sexy looking Belinda Carlisle sings “We’ll make Heaven a place on Earth…), the Pope told reporters as such.
The video remake of Heaven Is A Place On Earth where Pope Francis sings and performs what was done by Belinda Carlisle in the original video was taking a long time to shoot as each new director of the music video inevitably ended up committing hari kari after each shooting of a scene.
And so on Whitstable’s recommendation, Dracul Van Helsing and the ghost of Orson Welles had traveled back in time and place to Ghost Pine Lake in 1947 where the Vril Society medium Maria Orsic was watching Franz Kohler of the Nazi SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau race a boat.
“Dracul!” Maria shouted as she recognized the Canadian vampire hunter with whom she had had previous cosmic encounters.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday February 17th
2020.
Qonzilqointec Takes In Carmen At The Royal Opera House
Qonzilqointec Takes In Carmen At The Royal Opera House
The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was in London.
She was to meet her date Dracul Van Helsing this evening to attend the Royal Opera House performance of Georges Bizet’s Carmen.
Interestingly enough, the Bavarian and Austro-Hungarian goat demon Krampus (who had been down in Cornwall visiting his father’s grave) had had tickets to attend this evening’s performance of Carmen.
But at the last minute, the goat demon had come down with a severe allergy to the melody and tune of the song Habanera that Carmen sings in Act 1.
And that was his favourite part of the whole opera so Krampus was unable to attend.
He left his ticket at the box office so some last minute person could buy it.
The ticket was purchased by Dr. Cadbury Rocher who had just finished his final touches on the cannabis pot smoking cactus plant Magical Mystery Tour that was to be delivered to Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in Ottawa.
Qonzilqointec and Dracul talked to Dr. Rocher in the lobby prior to curtain call.
They discussed the Iowa caucus which turned out to be a public relations disaster for the U.S. Democratic Party.
The app that was supposed to give the results to the State Committee had failed.
“I was just talking to Renfield about this,” Dr. Rocher said to the Aztec vampiress and Van Helsing referring to the British MP who served on the UK House of Commons Intelligence and Foreign Affairs Committee, “and he’s already determined what happened. Apparently the app was hacked by the billionaire Egyptian vampire Set’s pet cat Nefertiti Galore, Boris Johnson’s pet Jack Russell-cross dog Dilyn and a couple of Her Majesty the Queen’s Welsh corgis.”
“Who did the Iowa Democrats get to develop this app for them?” Dracul inquired.
“Apparently some nutty Australian who calls himself Uncle Ernie,” Rocher replied, “who interestingly enough was arrested at London’s Heathrow Airport yesterday for trying to enter the country illegally. To say nothing of showing up at airport Customs in the nude.”
The Royal Opera House announcer announced that this evening’s performance would start in 5 minutes.
The three headed into the auditorium to take their seats.
Krampus who was listening to the performance on the radio while taking a bath in his hotel room broke into a severe case of hives when the lead female singer playing Carmen started singing Habanera.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday February 4th
2020
Leya
Leya
Back on July 7th 2013, Welsh werewolf Magog Rhys Petley (then a British Labour MP at the time) had made out with the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith in a maternity ward in the West Bank town of Bethlehem.
9 months later, Lilith gave birth to a baby girl.
The girl she handed over to Dr. Nicht Werhoffen a scientist for the Russian FSB (who had previously worked for the East German Stasi prior to the fall of the Berlin Wall).
Dr. Werhoffen put the baby in a test tube and had accelerated her growth so she reached adulthood within the space of 6 months.
He then sent her to spy on the Israeli Mossad so that Russia could see what the Israelis were up to.
Leya was put in to serve as a stenographer to Jeffrey Epstein who ran a notorious child sex trafficking ring in the U.S. designed to blackmail American politicians of all political stripes to serve Israel’s interests.
Epstein being the horny predatory bastard that he was tried to make his own moves on Leya but she had the ability to shapeshift into a wolf (from a DNA gene she inherited from her father the Welsh werewolf Magog Rhys Petley) and bit the Mossad operative where it hurt the most.
When Epstein was arrested on July 6th of last year on federal charges for the sex trafficking of minors in Florida and New York, Leya found herself out of a job as a stenographer.
She left both the Mossad and the FSB and went to the United Kingdom where she knew her father had lived.
Her mother Lilith had wanted nothing to do with her.
So now she decided to track down her father.
All she knew of him was that he had once been a British Member of Parliament.
She ended up bathing in the waters off the coast of Cornwall during the last wolf moon back on January 10th of this year.
She had been told by a London gypsy seer and medium Dulcinea Lucia that her father generally bathed in the waters off the coast of Cornwall on the night of the Wolf Moon but there was no sign of him.
Dulcinea Lucia was not mistaken.
Magog Rhys Petley usually did do that.
But not this year.
As he had to move his private eye office (which he partnered with former British Conservative MP Agathor Christie) to a cheaper location in London at the time of the Wolf Moon.
The song Leya sang to herself that lonely night of the Wolf Moon in the cold Cornish coastal waters:
Where are you, Dad?
I thought you’d be here
On this cold and lonely night
I wanted to hold you tight
Tell me who I am, where I’m from
On this night of crystal frost
I look into the sky, seeming lost
I see your face in the moon
Wish I could feel your presence soon
And now I turn, I turn into you
I cry, I cry out loud
On this night of mist and cloud
Where, oh where? You’re not there
These tears of salt, an ocean to spare
This loneliness, it drives to despair
It’s been said, this too shall pass
This emptiness, it will not last
I will now head to the shore
Devoid of the hope I held before,
The moon it shines sending its beams
But on this night, it casts shadows on my dreams.
-A vampire novel chapter
and poem
written by Christopher
Saturday January 18th
2020.
Searching For Wisdom In A Hall of Mirrors
March 10, 2020 at 10:59 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic romance, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (Athena, Dracul Van Helsing, Greek Goddess Athena)
Searching For Wisdom In A Hall of Mirrors
In a quiet room in London
Van Helsing sat
He looked over at his old black and white TV from the 1950s
That he had bought from a vintage antique shop
The TV was off
But he could imagine images on the TV screen
Pope Francis, like the Soup Nazi from the old Seinfeld TV show, wagging his finger and saying to the Catholic Faithful,
“No Holy Communion Sacrifice of The Mass for you”,
A girl with purple hair in a pink convertible singing her own version of an old Danish pop group Aqua song,
“I’m a Corona girl in a Corona world, it’s fantastic,
Our oceans are filled with plastic…”
Russian President Vladimir Putin proclaiming that 2024 (the 100th Anniversary of Lenin’s Death) will be year 0 for the new Russian Constitution
So since things are starting anew, he can run for 2 new six year Presidential terms
Allowing him to remain in power until 2036
Donald Trump waving off testing for the Coronavirus and saying,
“I’m so jealous of Vladimir Putin right now”
Justin Trudeau dressed as a blackfaced 17th Century Jamaican pirate aboard a ship
And singing his own version of an old sea shanty folk song,
“What shall we do with the Coronavirus?
What shall we do with the Coronavirus?
So earl-lie in the morning,
Way hey, up she rises
Way hey, up she rises”
And the Coronavirus rises as a beautiful woman
Holding a golden cup full of… wine?
(But Bela Lugosi’s Dracula does not drink wine)
And rising while sitting on a 10-headed 7-horned beast
Dracul wondered, Where is wisdom?
He found himself walking through the Hall of Mirrors
In the 1947 Orson Welles film
The Lady From Shanghai
Before the mirrors had all been shot out by some of the protagonists of that story
And there in one of the mirrors he saw
Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom
So here is wisdom, Dracul thought to himself,
Lost in a mirror in a Hall of Mirrors.
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday March 10th
2020.
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