From creaking gates ajar by howling winds, it is that special Magical time of year again, when the dark side rises to overshadow society with joyful ghoulish celebration, when all those delightful spectres dance 'neath moonlight and candlelight, casting fearsome reflections in the minds of those who playfully partake of our constant bounty.
The first Fall storm has come forth, cleansing the land from remmus proliferation, setting the course for evocative phantoms emerging from rictus-laden jack o' lanterns which invigorate and resurrect. The myriad masks of Satan reflecting the beast within... Bats and cats and rats and snakes and spiders and skulls... vampires, werewolves, zombies and ghosts pour forth from within its fetters with echoing laughter, screams and moans...
Rejoice! The most wonderful time of the year is nigh, for fun, fear, fascination and dread, for "unholy-day" indulgence in fine confections and philtres sublime, in manifold delectible carnal delights! Celebrate the mysteries of life!
In Nomine Satanas,
Warlock Draconis Blackthorne
The Haunted Noctuary
Autumnal Equinox, 23 September, XLII Anno Satanas