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Freya Pickard·October 27, 2020

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Wake up and Smell The Corpses

written by: Freya Pickard

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the dark moon hangs above us
in a starless sky
like an empty universe
or a watchful eye

wake up and smell the corpses
the Wild Hunt’s riding by
we’re coming back
we’re coming back
we’re coming back tonight!

we’re;
hollow like a demon
who’s forgotten how to curse
impotent like a vampire
who no longer thirsts
desolate like a werewolf
who’s lost his wilder side
devoid like The Ripper
without his sharpened knives

wake up and smell the corpses
it’s your turn now to die
we’re coming back
we’re coming back
we’re coming back tonight!

our powers stripped and stolen
we yearn for their return
we listen for the Samhain rites
the songs that bring us home
wait for the apocalypse
our imminent rebirth
we need a bloody sacrifice
to once more walk the earth

wake up and smell the corpses
the Wild Hunt’s riding by
wake up and smell the corpses
it’s your time now to die
we’re coming back
we’re coming back
we’re coming back tonight!

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Pushcart Prize nominee, Freya Pickard, is the quirky, unusual author of The Kaerling series, an epic fantasy set in the strange and wonderful world of Nirunen. A cancer survivor, she writes mainly dark fantasy tales and creates expressive poetry in order to leach the darkness from her soul. Her aim in life is to enchant, entertain and engage with readers through her writing. She finds her inspiration in the ocean, the moors, beautifully written books and vinyl music (particularly heavy metal and rock). She enjoys Hatha Yoga, Bhangra and Yogalates and in her spare time creates water colours and pastel drawings of the worlds in her head.

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A textbook example of nominative determinism, Lou Storey has always been a storyteller, a fact well illustrated in his art and in his writing. His careers have reflected that as well, first as a creator of idea-based exhibitions for museums, and later as a psychotherapist employing narrative therapies. His art and his writing share qualities of rich texture and detail, examining our capacity to be absurd while allowing a measure of forgiveness for our foibles. Storey and his husband Steve retired in 2021 and moved from New Jersey to Savannah Georgia. “We love everything about Savannah, it is like a city that looks like a park and thinks it’s a small town. Best of all, we can grow bananas in the backyard!”

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