Azathoth - Mighty Flutist God


At the center of the Universe,

Is Azathoth, in all His might.

Corpulent mass of swirling,

Chaotic forms and more.


Piping an odd sound,

Which is muted at its bone.

Without melody or rhythm,

A sound lonely through His madness.


Like a Sultan on His throne,

They dance around the dome.

The 12 Dancing Gods so blind,

Of which Nyarlathotep did depart in His might.


Azathoth, the insane and formless God

The mad mass of Chaos

Piping the world to an end...


Insanity is what He is about!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Cthulhu Mythos poem.



I was bound to the sanitarium, and much later afterwards Nyarlathotep told me that he locked me up there; I used to have the habit of wandering around on the diabolical planes of the Dreamlands and encountering people who bring terror, so afraid of those beings I am. There was a corner in the shopping mall in A'tham where dwelled an extraordinary evil person, and always I tried to avoid this place, but sometimes there was no way around it. Therefore, Nyarlathotep locked me up in the sanitarium in the Dreamlands.


I am bound, bound to this bed with this hard undercover, like sleeping on a bunch of sacks. There they come, the keepers of the sanitarium with their huge needles in no private part of the asylum but shared with all the other patients. They injected delirium in patients with those needles instead of taking it away, and mad I went, again...


Finally I was brought to my private room. I always have a private room in the asylum for I am fond of my privacy. There once, the Old Ones came to the window, but the Old Ones were there no more, only sometimes they came, always invisible...


The windows were wide open, this used to be the case many times and I always feared of falling outside the window. However, this time, I got an idea. I could fly out the window with the undercover of the bed, it didn't seemed to high. And I did it! I landed safely on the ground but to my disappointment there was a keeper here also and a locked gate, I couldn't escape...


The keeper was female with short blonde hair and looked straight at me. "Aren't you supposed to be inside?" she asked me firmly. I didn't respond. In a moment the other keepers appeared and brought me back to my room. Suddenly I remembered the one time when the van came, that time when I did escape... When Nyarlathotep came out of the white van and claimed me back inside the asylum. I cannot escape the asylum. Nor can I ever escape or hide from Nyarlathotep...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had about the sanitarium.

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You think I don't know what insanity is?

I am schizofrenic myself...

I went through horrible madness,

But now I'm doing well...


So yes, here are my pretty words,

Of someone doing extremely well

While in fact I am the worst case,

Of the sanitarium patients at all!


But I'm being protected,

By the messenger that is...

Darkness, O yes I love it,

But it's not who I am.


Opposites attract

I do love the dark side.

But evil I ain't yet,

Or I must be mad.


My soul is composed,

Of light and dark.

My soulmate is evil,

And I am good.


Being One and One,

Nyarlathotep I call.

But these two sides,

Are Yog-Sothis alive!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem written as a response on a comment.