Poem for Children Wishing to Summon Evil Spirits
Blood and incense, dust and wine call thee down and here do bind." another nine with chime or bell, then snuff the fire to end the spell. you'll be followed home from the shrine by fiends. with luck, they'll give you mine.
Bolro
The incense, or some other magic, kept me from recalling exact details about what the inside of the pyramid really looked like, or what the training really entailed.
A Boy and His Lucario Part 11
A stick of incense burned in front of him. "welcome my students. please, take a seat." he said lightly as he gestured to several cushions in front of him.
The Black Dog Tries to Meditate
He aspires to incense - to levitate, holy, empty as clouds - but he is grit between toes, a beach without waves, coarse as deserts and colder at night.
Poem #62: Colors Deep
All the notes sleep dreaming of the twinkling chimes so synchronize all the lights inside this wave of motion drowns on me suffocating joyful pleas i suffer in my reverie awaken all the sensual glee inside my mind dark fire burns smoke and incense
Summer Solstice
He lit some incenses, gave some prayers the grian and aine, and laid down on the couch, breathing in the flagrant smoke into a relaxed sturpor. "can i come in?" cliff asked. murdoch craned his neck, and waved his lover over.
Spray Part 1
From another box i pulled out some incense for my bhakti. then i went and kneeled before the image, lighting my incense. i clasped my hands together in prayer as the scent of nag champa filled my nostrils. "lord shree ganesh" i stated out loud.
A Breaking of Brothers
Father was most displeased; why, he was incensed. he curtly mumbled greetings to the friar, and hurried them home.
Olevion Chpt1 - Zephyr and Keres
The incense was permeating the room with a lovely scent of rosemary, basil, mint, and lavender. helping narrow zephyr's focus and concentration.
A sample scene
Feint refractions signal their way up a tall lace of smoke beginning to warp and twist as bright red ceramic oozes hot incense in the sunlit gloom, beckoning all nearby.
Nobody's Servant, Part 15 - The Ulgengir District
The aroma of the outdoor kitchen helps me find it, even amid the powerful incense smoke that visibly clouds the plaza.
A Little Piece Of Tail -OR- The Story Of A Familiar
The question was spoken by a deep, sonorous voice and rode on a warm breeze that smelled of incense. the boy who heard the question was disoriented.