Boleskine House



Both Fhleisginn,


indestructable secluded low manor

on the shore of Loch Ness,

isolated in the madness

of your dark past and

described in the confessions of

a mind gone astray

congregations of spirits

being hold in your lodge

considered you to be

the Qiblah of Thelema

you’re draped in the tears

of the innocent souls

that got lost within your walls

with your number value 418

you were the equinox

where Gods whispered their

teachings about bridging

the gulf of time and death

in the ears of a prophet

looking at your empty windows

that resemble sad widows eyes,

rejected because of fear,

just like the search

for the ancient creature in

 your dark waters,

your magic seems to be



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