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Last Updated: 12/10/2009

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Saturday, December 05, 2009 

Current mood:  grateful






Available NOW!!  "Rare Blood"
The 2010 Vampire Calendar
Original Artwork & Poetry

Yes, Another fun thing to scare the hell out of people
Each month is a different poem with dark and rich artwork
And it costs less then 20 bucks!

I hope you enjoy this and THANK YOU for dark embrace
all the years I have been here

^v^ Darkest of Blood ^v^
^v^^v^Aquilla^v^^v^




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Thursday, November 12, 2009 


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After so many requests for this Spell, I have decided to offer “Summon A Vampire” once again but with detailed prerequisites and cautions.

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You must have a working knowledge of Wicca to attempt this incantation

Have the ability to do the following incantations:

1)      Cast a Circle

2)      Cast a Protection Spell

3)      Close the Circle

4)      Cast a Binding Spell

If do not know what these spells are, then this Summons is too advanced for you to attempt. This is not a judgment, just a fact.

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The price is $50.00

If that seams a bit high there is a reason for it.  It keeps away those that are not serious about it. Once I receive the donation via PayPal or Credit Card, I will email the Summons to you.

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You must sign a release stating that you are responsible for the outcome. That neither I nor my associates are liable for any results stemming from purchasing this Summons.

In other words, if you cast the summons and end up opening a door to hell, that is your doing. It is so very important that you perform the needed spells along with the Summons to ensure you keep yourself protected.

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This incantation is meant to be done by one person. This is not something you want to do with a group or at a slumber party. It is not a game. If you do attempt this spell in a group setting it will leave way to many doors open that will lead to disaster.

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Your mind set must be focused. We are working in a different realm here and you must focus on what you are doing. Having a clear idea of what type of Vampire you a calling forward is a must. If your scared and are saying that you want a gentlemen that is soft spoken but you are thinking and feeling that you are so afraid of drawing a monster that will be mean and haunt you, guess which one you are going to get?  Be clear in your mind and heart.

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This is not an exact science. You’re not buying cough medicine to cure your cold. There is a possibility that nothing at all will happen. Of all those that have cast this spell, I have only had one that did not produce results. Others had relayed to me that it took anywhere from one day to a month later before they where approached. We are working in another dimension here, and our requests are not always high on the Immortals to do list.

And I will state this now “This is for entertainment purposes only”

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Within the spell there is a reference to an amlet. This must be something that you wear and is close to your body such as a ring, bracelet, pendant, Ankh, etc.

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With all this in mind and with full understanding of what it expected of you and what to expect as a result of casting the Summons, you still desire to acquire this incantation, just follow the link to the release quote and purchase page.


Summon A Vampire
Friday, October 09, 2009 

Category: Parties and Nightlife



Listen.
Can you here them?
The harrow of Wraiths
The shrieking of banshees
The deep aching song of Sirens

They are guiding you to a place
Follow their summons and gather
on this night, this Devil's Night

Rub sweet oils upon your bare body
Dress in your finest regalia
And step out into the night

But beware,
There will be tricksters and gypsies
Wanting to steal your sanity, and blood
Take care, when peering into those ebon eyes
Because behind the mask truth and the void are one

Step into the night and awaken
at this Masquerade Ball
Let yourself be unfettered; dance,
drink, relish this moment.

Come all children of the night
Gather this Devil's Night
Let loose the tethers of this world
Become part of the Masquerade


If you are going to be in the San Diego Area on Friday 10-30-09
come to this fabulous Masquerade Ball put on by the talented troupe
of the "Tragic Tantrum Cabaret"  More information at:
http://tragictantrum.com/Devils/dnb3/index.html

Saturday, January 24, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry


It has been decades as time here is ciphered,
since these lungs have had modern air to satisfy them
Or note the mundane thump of my heart
I have not had tears furl down these cadaverous cheeks
or comprehend warmth of my body in the succor of a down-filled paillasse

Unceremonius distant memories, friends lost in perpetuum

I watched you slumber, your eyes nomadic in some vivid dream
Even  here on your ledge, the heat of your body is understood
Efflux of your scent, rich civet floating by me, I mused

Mapping your face on the glass of the window I brushed your cheek
My nails leaving a spare trail of blood, the consequence of my caress

You turned but did not wake
The bouquet of your scent made my mind drunk with eagerness
To cull on your veins, to oversee your skin wane haunted as mine is now

Should I take you instanter or like inamorata, extend the craving
I can not dream of you as sleep is no consort

To my amazement your eyes opened, locked on mine, finding me lost in thought
A corner of your mouth smirked as your tongue reached out to
lick the blood that had seeped down your cheek
My eyes darkened a deep amethyst, a sign of the flux gaining upon me

I smiled tenderly at you, my ivories lustrous against the moonlight
shall I lift open the window to seize and take you as sacrosanct
Or shall I relinquish, delay the pleasure
A moment so succulent for now



Friday, September 12, 2008 

Current mood:  content



How quick a man falls for the favors of his beloved,
a game that many play without such finality as I ………..

The blush of summer has long passed
Autumn in her full splendor has at last, embraced the lands
No more bastard bright days or green meadow to lie and muse in
The promise of heavy weather approached
And with it, heavy deeds

No birds are heard, just the siren cry of the wind through the trees
A herald to the death of the dog days
Branches bowed imploring to release its dire burden on the timber floor.
Odorous cedar and pine mingled with a vestige of doleful dew

With the dreaded day short, movement is more freely given
More time for creatures such as us to disport under darken skies
Calling for you this late day of September is to be your last
You think it a time to plan the season's travel, but I had already firmed you journeys end,
to wander lost in darkest avernus,
sweet wretchedness to be your only companion

Drawing a tender smile upon your lips: You had no idea
Instead spoke of happy times, while I nodded with no emotion disposed
And when you came close, you rested your head in such safety against my shoulder
I held you with one hand and the dagger in another
You never flinched
I quivered at the profoundness of this, at what had been done
As you fell to the cushion of dead leaves with whom you will die along side,
Your eyes never broke from mine

The blood just taken ran dark and black in these veins
This game of love we have danced; you bought the lot of it
Your heart had deeply falling for this vessel that cares not for even the comfort of her slumber with the chance of sweet dreams to appear,
Those nights are far-gone, a memory as old as the evergreens remembrance of sapling years if it ever gave it such attention

Such pain and betrayal I witnessed
Yet for you, you saw nothing, felt nothing from me save the blade still within you
Simply given as a kiss upon a hand
Darkness fast approached with deep thunder declaring its presence
And crumbled on the dead leaves your body laid, your face still frozen in surprised expression

I had not expected you to confess your dishonor and betrayal to me
Why should the beggar stop begging if he is getting monies for such action?
Pulling out the silk scarf you had given to me with much benevolence
I laid it over your face; a shroud of deceit shall be your lineage.
This stone heart grows denser still


Saturday, August 23, 2008 


It started as a simple request to create a ritual for Summoning A Vampire. What happened surprised even me.

Here is the story.

Being Wiccan, I have many times created rituals, ceremonies, spells and prayers for Solitary and Coven Witches respectfully. It was from doing this writing that I embraced the Vampire Poet within and started writing the poems you read here. So it was not a surprise when a fellow Sister of the Ways requested for me to write her a spell. It was what she asked for that sparked my interest. She wanted to Summon A Vampire.

At first I thought she was doing this as a joke, but after listen to her and seeing that she was sincere in her request that I agreed to accommodate her.
Now this, mind you was the first time anyone has asked for the UnDead to come to them. Most want entities to be banished or binded. As for myself, I had never had to create such a ritual as the UnDead are always with me.

She revealed to me her ceremony with the Amulet, a simple sterling cross, that was to be used as a symbol she would wear to bring a Vampire to her, a calling card if you will.
It took me about a month for the right words to finally come and what a beautiful stirring spell emerged.
I sent it to her before the next full moon as this was when she preformed her rituals, a standard practice. Two weeks had passed and I had not heard from her, then a month. Finally I went out to see her to find out how the ritual had gone as I was very curious to hear of her results.

Her face told the entire story, when she spoke her speech was careful, barely above a whisper. Yes, she had summoned a Vampire. He had come to her two days after the ritual. And though she looked weak and tired, there was a calm, peace about her. She gave me a gentle hug then whispered in my ear "I am grateful for the outcome of the spell but can you make him leave Aquilla?""I am so tired and fear he will take all my essence" I nodded yes, that I would send him away.
She pressed the pendant into my hand as well as the spell I had written which I quickly placed in my pocket. The sun was almost gone and I could see the fear rise in her face. She bid me a safe trip.

I did what she asked that very night. The next morning I called her but there was no answer. Not wanting to intrude on her privacy I waited a few days to call her again. Still no answer. I waited a week, two weeks, still no answer. Frustrated at not being able to contact her I went out to see if she was better. But there was no one there.

The house was empty, the newspaper and mail had not been picked up. We where not such  close friends that I would have phone numbers to her family, she as I, are Solitaire Witches so again, there was no way to find her. I can only assume that she is safe, somewhere.
About a month ago, while at my friends home of Denise and Debera, who run my websites and do all that geekie stuff for me, I relayed this story. Now being the enterprising pair that they are they said I should offer this Ritual of Summoning A Vampire to the public.

I wasn't trilled to make public suck a seemingly powerful spell.This was not a ritual or spell to play as a party game. The fact that one person had already successfully invoked  a Vampire and is now no where to be found was of a concern.

They told me that is was my duty to make available this spell since I did have the gift of invocation, I had to share it with anyone that desired to preform the ritual. It was not for me to say who could or could not have access to this knowledge.

I agreed to make this ritual available under the condition that anyone that purchased it sign a release that they where over 18 years old and do not hold myself or INRAGED responsible for what emerged and contacted them. Denise had a company replicate the pendant and created the page for the public to purchase the ritual.

Let me be clear:
All I ask of anyone that desires to preform this Ritual be fully aware of what they are asking for.
This is NOT a game.
This  is NOT a toy.
Follow the instructions carefully.
Do not preform this ritual will ill intent, anger or fear.

All that is left to say it this:  You have been warned





Tuesday, July 29, 2008 

Current mood:  anxious
Category: Writing and Poetry


I hunger for something, someone
For that remembered rapture
Nightmares decadent, dark in places deep
Before me a chaparral of thorns
Filled with caskets and dust

Skies grow dark with an amber hues
Autumn annoucing her arrvial
As the sun sets lower
Shades of burnt orange, scarlet, and rich aqua
Laid out above me
A final nod to the dying day


Lighting the feu de camp
The warmth of the flames
foreign in feeling against my skin
The color a hypnotic harlot
A promenade danced alone

Wrapping my arms around myself
I close my eyes imagining a
dark regent emerging from the night
His eyes, cold sapient shelter
To be misspent forever

Stretching out with my will
Calling him to my side
I await: Eager for his deep embrace
Clouds decend blanketing
around me in a dewy thick fog

Feeling a presence
I sit silently by the fire
Cries of wolves, sweet refrains
Circle about me
I bide with absolute reliance



Saturday, July 26, 2008 

Current mood:  happy
Category: Writing and Poetry



^v^^v^Blood Dance^v^^v^

Lying on my bed of fine Damask
Shades maroon and crimson
Dried blood in the moonlight they appear
My pale skin casting a soft radiance against them
My eyes, pools of unabated black
A place not long in the lingering

Might it be a curse?
No!
I love what I am.
Being a vampire, Full of desire,
Peer into my eyes, Feel the wicked fire.
You will do my bidding,
You will feel my ice cold touch,
Do not fret, They will not miss you much..

A small smile crosses my lips
Behind it a low growl
Waiting for your return
I drift into a secular slumber
Savoring the moment of your presence

Is it you, my only exsistence
To live and breath
Thye blood that ruins in your viens
To take over the life you live now
To step in where no mere mortal could

Knowing that your last breath will be mine
To take and hold forever
I try to remember the last childe I took as mine
It had been centuries
This one I will keep a while longer

It shall be only you.
To feel my eternal kiss.
Do not fear, My kiss is pure.
It will give you everything you indure.
For evermore.

At last we embrace
Our blood mixing in a crimson
pool at our feet
The familar sting of claret
An overture of perfervid

As you now lie dead at my feet
You are a picture of me and I of you
Your blood courses through my veins
like a wild untamed stream
Every thing you once were i am now
your home I will call home
I thank you for my new exsistence

The color of your skin
now a cadaverous prince
We shall wander en masse
Hunting those that we desire
Forever locked in measure
Endless hematic solitude

By
Aquilla Rage & Sir Rockit
July 2008 Copyright

Wednesday, August 22, 2007 

Current mood:  nostalgic
Category: Writing and Poetry


The mien of the Ancients, connecting Bone and Marrow
History tattooed on every cell of my being
Whispers in secret meeting, conducting my hand

An effortless pool of maroon is fashioned,
I scribe their words in tepid cruor
Forfeit of meaning, just hunger is assured

Like a drama set before me
I watch the past unfold
And take heed the lessons given

And remember.


Friday, October 13, 2006 

Current mood:  refreshed


The clouds now gather above,
a reminder of Winter
forseen
I open my door and marrow,
welcoming the veering wind

Essence of mahogany, cedar and pine touch my cheek
The wind ingesting the departed summer,
issuing it's own decree of fall


I descry a sommer crow
Contort, lumbering above with polished wings
His song fills my soul as we share a lament
My heart in longing with my friend
pulling in our deep sorrows

He notices me for but a moment,
Nothing more amassed
As on cue he finds a thermal
leaving me forsaken, widowed in twlight

Stepping out into the early night,
I lean over a still pond,
My hands touch fallen leaves
I long to hear my Crows song,
and drop tears in the remembering
Saturday, August 19, 2006 

Current mood:  touched
Lying on a bed of red velvet cushions
The door cracked open, wet footprints
leading outward.
Deep gashes and scratches in the wood from
fingers struggling to get out.

Your scent still caught in my hair
Your blood still on my lips

The screams echoing in my ears forcing
a low growl to escape my throat as I
recall the moments just past

If you had come to me willingly perhaps
with eyes bright, full of passion
Then maybe........




Sunday, July 30, 2006 

Current mood:  accomplished
Darkest of Greetings,
Some of you know about this, many do not.

Finally I have finished my first offering of Vampire Poetry
The Auctoritas Doctrine



It contains many of the poems you
 have read here as well as others
ALSO:
In the back of the book are poem starters.
Compose of a poem and then send it to me
and I will include it in the next book.

Thanks to everyone for all your support and kind words.

Yours Deeply
Aquilla
p.s.
Steal this banner =)

Friday, June 16, 2006 

Current mood:  thirsty



Follow me into the void
Deep in mist and shadows I forbear
The chimera of this embrace is now at hand
Your desire for immortally, an edge away


In a danse macabre, you will Become
Succumb to the sounds, the offering
Claws racking at lesions
Mouths suckling luscious blades
Ruby ambrosia glistening in twilight


But before closing the path, I ask with fervent eyes
Let us kiss and hold your last breath
And go beyond the shadows, with a secrecy hallowed
Walk with me into ongoing forever
To never hide away, to never die again


Saturday, April 22, 2006 

Category: Writing and Poetry
I am the eventide, the darkness you seek
My eyes, the gateway to amaranthine
Your flesh, liquid reverence


With a stroke of your fingers
I will burn for days
scaring my life, A laurel I wear, proudly

I see the night in your eyes
The death of the many, the salvation of none
Unquestionably I become your wretch, your thrawl

When we embrace, pools of blood ensue
I taste the sweetness there on the landing,
smearing the temped life across my lips
Then lying in a mere bath of yearning
I invite you willingly and let go my earthly bounds


Saturday, March 25, 2006 

Category: Writing and Poetry

The demons in my head, I feed them well
Their screams, starved, treacherous
It's here within the darkness of the damned I dwell
Denying heavens grace, willing given

Will the imps I created turn and rend me
for releasing them from their slumber?

Sanity suspended above my head on a noose
Voices dark and bewitching beckoning me
through the fire into dementia

There the flames cast images of my life,
knotted in unearthly pretense
A reminder of ecstasy and pain
Showing me the distance between them
is a glimmer away

Fingers begin tearing at my flesh
my demons feasting on the carnage of my soul
I am doomed forever with these beautiful wretchs
With teeth of razors, eyes vacant as the void
And my blood a hematic cloak for they to wear