When the wolves are howling and the moon is bright. The witches are dancing, what a glorious sight.

And the imps are praying for the angels to fall. And the sinners are laughing, their backs to the wall.

And the air is pulsing with a deep dark need. As the magic weaves black, you'll fall to your knees.

And your body is jerking, its rhythm unknown. You'll feel the Devil laughing as you're cut to the bone.

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Got this little gem from The Goreletter e-zine.


Stare Down Sally! - "a new kind of interactive game for the Web. The challenge is simple, but winning is hard. Can you withstand Sally's piercing green-eyed gaze and NOT BLINK?"


I won! But then again, I only tried it once and it made my eyes water. :)




posted by Dark Flower at Friday, October 17, 2003

 
I've just finished an Agatha Christie novel and it turns out a poision called Thallium was used in a murder or three. It reminded me of a poem I wrote in 2001 for the Get Out There 'In Brief' competition online at: http://www.getoutthere.com, based on a true case of Thallium poisining.


The brief was to write something that fitted the title 'A Nice Cup of Tea' and I based the poem on a case I found in the book 'Poisons and Poisoners - An Encyclopaedia of Homicidal Poisonings' by Michael Farrell. ISBN 0-553-40683-3.


I got the idea of poison first and then looked at the book to see if there was something I could use, and for some reason I turned to the back of the book first and there it was on pg 280 - Young, Graham.


And as this poem's unlikely to get an outing anywhere else, I've used it's tenuous link to the Chrisite book as an excuse to post it here :)



A Nice Cup of Tea

By Clare McHale (c)2001


The evergreen should

never have seen, soft,

metallic white that

flat lines green under

the spectrum of light.



'A nice cup of tea?'

The abdominal pains with

hands inflamed and

vomiting games as the

delirium stains the bag.



'A nice cup of tea?'

The hair's falling out,

what's that all about?

As the tea boy shouts:

'A nice cup of tea?'



'A nice cup of tea?'

Slightly bitter to taste,

as it's Thallium based.

Casually doctored

for free.



'A nice cup of tea?'

They had to shuffle the grate

as the autopsies late,

but Thallium waits in

it's granule state - 9mg's.



The verdict of law

is read on the floor and

the prisoner can frown,

but he's still being

sent down for…



'A nice cup of tea?


posted by Dark Flower at Saturday, October 04, 2003

 
What the Ancient Romans did for us...


"The Ancient Romans were the first to make glass mirrors and it was thought that when you looked into it, it contained your soul. This is why a vampire has no reflection - as it has no soul."


Interesting.


Source: The Agatha Christie Collection Magazine, Part 45, pg 10.

http://www.agathachristiecollection.co.uk


posted by Dark Flower at Friday, October 03, 2003