Cthulhu

Cthulhu Calls

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Poetry

I did something bad,
Cthulhu I met.
Aeons of pain I need to see,
But according to Them it cannot be.

 

I hear Him from beyond,
In lyrics that art not mine.
I hear Him screaming out to me,
I hear the Call of Cthulhu: smell, hear and see!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts about Cthulhu.

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A Little Child

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Poetry

Have to be a little child from my father,

Have to obey Cthulhu evermore.

And all bad things turned into dust,

By my evil and good Father.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

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A Little Child

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Poetry

Have to be a little child from my father,

Have to obey Cthulhu evermore.

And all bad things turned into dust,

By my evil and good Father.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts about Father Cthulhu.

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The Tomb of Cthulhu

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Poetry

I projected to Cthulhu's tomb,

Which seemed like an empty womb.

Danced upon the tombstone,

Moving all alone.

 

Pulled the tombstone away,

This Seal couldn't stay!

Crushed it on the ground,

Cthulhu moved about.

 

With magick I crushed the gate,

But not immediate.

But somehow I managed to do so,

Stones floating about.

 

Cthulhu moved towards the door,

Nyarlathotep came ashore.

We pushed as the Seal didn't move,

As the energy-field did prove.

 

I had to put Him still,

That is if the Crawling Chaos will.

Blue Energy all about me,

Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep, and me.

All were trapped in my energy.

 

I don't dislike Them, you see?

I adore Them in me!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A vision I had.

The Watcher

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Horror

I often wonder what shambles
Just beyond unopened doors
What hidden marvel ambles
Upon dark and unseen floors
When the thresholds seal is broken
And flooding light pours in
What ghosts of words unspoken
Are drowned within the din
I find my mind goes drifting
I gaze long and lose much time
For my spirit is in need of lifting
By the world which hides behind
It must seem odd how long I stare
More so that I barely blink
But to me this is a prayer
That I should one day cross the brink
So I watch shadow darkened doorways
To the silence I bend my ear
For a creak or crack I dearly gaze
And I long so much to hear
Yes, the opening will come one day
The barrier be breached
I will crawl into the outer plane
Like a loathsome hungry leech

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Invocation to the Elder Gods

Held to par
On clouded fog
At R'lyeh's brink
On the cusp of dreams.

Where so whispers
Those deadened few,
Who's breath first scratched time
When the world was new.

So speak
And never die,
Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagon.

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