A Cover Letter

To whom it may concern,

Thank you for considering my application for the position of Specialty Assistant at your local establishment. Ever since I graduated, I’ve wanted the opportunity to really dig my teeth into the barrier between the real and the unreal. I think this position will finally give me that chance.

In addition to a passion for the work, I bring a considerable amount of practical skill to the table. I have extensive knowledge of grimoires, skinning knives, and bloodstone amulets, as well as prior experience with Microsoft Office. I also have great customer service skills. Once, when I was working as a cashier at Heinen’s, I was able to quiet a particularly disruptive customer by removing the flesh from my face, allowing them to see the terrible visage that lurked underneath. Needless to say, they never caused another disturbance again.

Thank you for taking the time to review my application. I can be reached via phone every evening between the hour at which the wolves first begin to howl and the hour at which the cock crows. I will follow up via summoning ritual in two weeks time. I look forward to hearing from you.

Thanks Again,
That-Which-Should-Not-Be
86 Desolation Lane
Thornwood, OH
Phone: 555-1134

OK, so I know I said I’d write something every week and I’m a few days late. Sorry about that. Anyway, this just popped into my head the other day while applying for jobs. 

A Recipe

Bring me the pupil of a dead lover’s eye
and the writhing, sick body of a copperhead snake.
Through this I shall give you the power to lie.

Give me the secrets of a man who has died
and the kerchief of one who has cried at the wake.
Bring me the pupil of a dead lover’s eye.

Seek out the market of the goblins and buy
the legs of a spider and the fangs of a drake.
Through this I shall give you the power to lie.

Show me, when the moon has dispensed with the tide,
the treasures that lie in the heart of the lake.
Bring me the pupil of a dead lover’s eye.

Tell me the things you are trying to hide,
the words that will have them burn you at the stake.
Through this I shall give you the power to lie.

For nothing is spared when one’s wants must die,
and all flesh will suffer and all bones will break.
Bring me the pupil of a dead lover’s eye.
Through this I shall give you the power to lie.

This post was salvaged from an old tumblr of mine that I really should get around to deleting. I liked this poem though. The photo is from my semester abroad in Wales. I thought it fit the mood of the poem.