vortex

Xastur

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Xastur 

 

Hear ye the Voice of the Elder Xastur,

The mournful sigh of the vortex,

The mad rushing of the Ultimate Wind

Whom I call upon Aphoom-Zhah;

Swirling darkly among the silent stars.

 

Hear ye Him howling serpent-fanged

Amid the bowels of nether earth;

He whose ceaseless roaring

Fills the timeless skies of hidden Leng.

 

His might teareth the forests

And crushed the cities,

But none shall know the hand

Or the soul that destroys.

 

Faceless and foul walked

The Elder One,

In likeness of Nyarlathotep;

His form to men unknown.

 

Hear then His Voice in the dark,

Answer His call with thine own;

Bow ye and pray at His passing,

But speak not His name aloud.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Cthulhu Mythos deity Xastur (better known as Hastur).

The end of worlds

The border between the realms has fallen; the spiral vortex grows in the heavens, now the sky has become dark, the earth has fallen into trance; no power under the void exists, which can stand before the astral vaccume. It has come; the heavens are devoured; the face of the end we now see. Our time has ended.