All Writing and Art is Copyrighted to the Artist/Author Mark Dunn. Any similarity with those characters Alive, Dead or otherwise inbetween be purely Multiverse coincidental of Alternative Reality.

IT IS SAID OF ALIESE IN HUSHED BACK ALLEYWAY WHISPERS THAT SHE IS A VERY STRANGE LITTLE GIRL INDEED; IN FACT, SHE BE FAR STRANGER THAN STRANGE CAN EVER BE; BUT THEN, IF THE DROWNED PUSSY-CAT OF SALIENT TRUTH IS LET OUT OF CHAINED BONDAGE BAG, ONE TO THENCE PERCEIVE CLEARLY THAT ALIESE BE VERY MUCH A SALACIOUS LITTLE WITCH!

All in the Twilight Scarecrow shadowed sunset over ashen bone hewn Necropolis
Full leisurely Beelzebubba we to Astral glide
For both our wings leather Bat Nosferatu, with Night-Gaunt little skill
By little arms are Widdershin plied
While little clawed hands of painted talons make vain pretence
Our wanderings labyrinthine of maze doth guide

Ah, Wizened Three of Wyrd Weirdling way! Of Time 13th Hour
Beneath such Dreaming Luna weather torn asunder by thy Selene light
To beg a tale of last gasp too weak unto Deaths maw to go Hecate
To stir the Raven feathered Quill tethered to Adders forked tongue Serpentine
Yet what can one little Girl’s voice avail, so Lost she be
Against three Crone voices together of dark sisterhood ever weaving tales Triangle of Artistry

Imperious Satana flashes forth
Her edict “To Begin its knots Nine fold Nine”-
In gentler tone Lucifera hopes
“There will be nonsense in its Seidhr brewing Galdr rhyme!”-
While Devilina interrupts the Tale
Not more than once a minutes Mantra Spell.

Anon, towards Samaela’s Deathly silence won,
In Lillitu Occultus they pursue deeply
The Changeling Dream-Childe moving through Lillith realms of Under-bed-land
Of wonders most wanton and wild erotic ecstatic
In bestial congress with Spectral denizen and anthropomorphic Beast-
And half believe it Truth esoteric wise of Hidden University lessons metaphoric

And ever, as the story fleshed out drained
The virgin veins of Schoolgirls fancy do dry grey
And faintly strove across obsidian mirrored blackboard that weary one of Lolita most Gothic
To put the subject by and by
“The rest to chalk up next time of Aeon-“ 
“It is next time under Stars Rotary!”
The Astarota Coven voices to cry.

Thus grew arcane tale of W-Underland
This to gather piece by piece of jigsaw Voodoo doll scarred broken,
Whose surreal events woven out of self same chalk Runes to cover-
And now the tapestry tale of Spell weave is done knitted together,
And to Londinium home we of Witch now steer upon phallic broomstick ridden,
A merry Coven of Samhain sisters bound to secret Red threaded neck-tie path,
Beneath the setting Blood Sun Rubedo of Twilight shores returning

Aliese! A childish story to take- of a Babalon lost and found
And with gentle hand of elder looking back from Deaths sanctum
Lay it where Childhoods Dreams are twined at birthing Life
Within memory’s mystic banded ring eternally recurring of Ouroboros,
Like pilgrim’s all to walk withered wreath of flowered trailing tail of Ley never-ending of tales Magick Circle
Plucked in far-off land of Ishtar remembered whom to ride the Beast
For he is bound to us all Male that be as our Beasts, upon whom the Succubae Sisterhood do love to Feast.

THROUGH THE SIGILLUM DEI AEMETH RABBIT HOLE OF WORMHOLE

Chapter One

Straight jacket held of torn and tearing hemp thoughts wearisome did play upon Aliese’s shredded mind to wander labyrinthine going around spiral asylum. Did her sister care… no she did not, not to care at all, staring back at Aliese within deadened dead leech eyes misting white to glaze all over with a bullet hole drilled betwixt forehead waxen ivory of suicide girl within cracked mirrored reflection.

“My sister all tight of mouldy skin flaking upon graven bones sticking out has this thing for dusty old tomes of grey page wrote over” Aliese to muse to herself “No pictures or conversation, all letters quite logical straight of the ever so dead boring”.

Aliese had no time for old books walking around on bow leg pages to fall upon her from buckling high shelves; she far preferred anorexic thin comics coloured bright, freshly printed whose spines more supple to play with into origami shapes to wrap around her little finger.

But her sister had other ideas, which to possess Aliese through Ouija board spinning looking glass planchette from one Tarot letter to another across her minds eye lost to a library of ancient Grimoires whose book pages of flayed virgin skin to bleed ink as maidens do when first menstruating. Aliese couldn’t help herself to look, wherein she to fall headfirst between kicking leg leaves of book!

A book in particular did first attract her, may be it was due to the White Rabbit engraved into its leather bound cover, or what to appear like one for its ears could in fact have been spiral Horns and no doubt were, spiralling into points very pointed of point. Curious she thought “I’m sure the inanimate Rabbit to animatedly whisper to me that I am late for an important date!” Aliese did not think this too strange for she was far stranger of changeling Moon Childe to perceive the Rabbit leaping as a White flash hallucination from page to page fingered nimble of acid vision.

The Rabbit Aliese to chase whose animal form to shape shift into a Playboy Bunny girl popping Alchemist Ecstasy pills did thence saunter sensuous of wriggle fluff tail amidst symbols wrought forth from occult formulas bound to spell formulae. “This is all a tangle of Geometric cog shapes and Mandala wheels interlaced with letters quite serpentine alien of Ayahuasca snake chain bridges between them” Alice to say to herself, “Ever so curious, I do feel as if I am in some Clockwork Clock of maze language spanning the multiverse matrix of space and most assuredly that of time, that’s for sure;” although Aliese to have said this of tongue twister sentences she did not quite understand what she, her self, had said, while her whirling mind ran after the Bunny girl trail of colourful tablets to follow across the span of paged ages.

Into a drawn symbol arcane of vaginal vortex portal the Bunny girl to leap whereupon Aliese to stare hard following Rabbit tail that led Aliese to find her self becoming ever so small of falling through a spun tunnel wormed out by a worm of hole.

“Oh my gosh” Aliese to cry when looking back falling to see herself ever so big hypnotically peering into symbol laden book whose plate eyes large shining silver were frozen in time. “I never knew how circus Flea’s to feel when devouring my volcanic acne fields of pustule lava flows. Now I understand what it is to be ever so small of parasite feeding upon saintly little Girls eating crucified jelly baby martyrs all as giants”. Aliese wondered what was going on, but not too much so, or over duly concerned to question much, taking it all in her slippery slide while somersaulting with her skirts all a tumble acting as a parachute. “I must be having an Out of Body Experience but if so, who is the real me? The small me or the big me becoming smaller as I fall looking back, for I am now the larger, and the other me, above, is but a pin prick getting smaller than a Flea!”