But Grandieur, Shub-Niggurath


Though love had dreamt of soft eternities

For Sun and Moon pulses still to mate,

Those minutes of time fly by;

When on Cthulhu I contemplate.

Breast-nippled Shub-Niggurath in ease,

She said to me at midnight: "Memories

Are all we have in the end." Dagon, bitter-sweet

The doom that tolling bells of thought repeat -

This verity of Dragon Draconis Me

Wherein the sorrowful senses find despair

And the heart an iridescence fear

Filled with dark tears...

But grandieur, O Shub-Niggurath of the Black Woods,

That many a rose-lit eve remain to share,

And midnights in the unascended years,

And the Starry Wisdom unbegotten still.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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I desired to open the graves for my love,

to gather the bones for an altar.

So I could serve my love in eternity,

and His Name would be preserved.


O Lord of Terror, hear me now,

I will do all in all for Thee.

My divine Father, Azathoth,

never leave Thy side.


Indeed I wished to honor Him,

with the bones from the graves,

To raise a gigantic totem,

which would reach in ye Hyades.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Black Fever


Painful and fatal disease

Not of this world...

Drawn down by Surama

Former priest of Atlantis.


Surama was a mummy;

But back restored to life

By a necromantic ritual

Performed in North Africa.


Wisdom and power

If the disease was spread.

Disgusted with this idea,

Surama left the humane.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Lying beyond the final gateway,

There surely you can't stay;

Multitude of possible worlds,

Caves and labyrinths beyond doors

Inhabited by nameless devourers.


Ultimate oblivion

With 'Umr at-Tawil!

Most Ancient One!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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The Watcher


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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The Outcast

Eric kept mostly to himself. Other children didn't like to play with him, but he didn't care. Instead he used to go into the woods and collect frogs.

He never had to look for them. They came to him. He pretended he was their king. He imagined he looked like them. But not really... He was bigger and a lot more dangerous.

He did quite well in school even though he seemed strange to others. Occasionally someone tried to bully him but it wasn't any fun. Eric just stood there without any reaction.

Afterwards, he used to stand in the schoolyard and stare at those who had tried to bully him. Although they didn't admit it, this made the bullies afraid. Eric's
look was so strange. Empty, cold and...dead.

Eric knew he was different, but didn't have any words for what he was. He figured he must have been adopted, because his parents wasn't like him.

In the night time he was under the water. He swam with speed and skill. His destination was a sunken city. A city with buildings very unlike those on earth.

Dark and chaotic buildings, with a geometry that would have been impossible to depict on paper. These dreams would have made most people wake up screaming, but not Eric. Instead, he was sad the dream was over.

One night the dream didn't end. Suddenly Eric was outside the place he lived, but everything was different. The sky was completely black and alien stars shone there.

In front of him was the beach and the ocean. Cliffs towered at the sides and all was shadows and silver grey. The ocean was calling him. He looked at his feet, and noticed the webbing between his toes.

Into the sea, into the darkness he threw himself. Finally he was coming home.

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