NyarlathotepNyarlathotep12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I exist in that vast swirling chaos
That lies between the planes.
Where Azathoth keeps the dread Black Book
That covertly keeps so many names,
All signed in blood. Nyarlathotep,
Envoy from that great and teeming madness
Vile tentacles draw the victim into blackness
And that insanely formless void.
An incessant, demented piping
Does fill that wretched realm.
Some grotesquely fabulous, inhuman flautist
Meagre mortal senses overwhelms,
With some mocking parody of music
That claws at the spirit and does hideously entrance,
Leading the soul in an unwilling, malformed dance
Through this maddening abyss.
Now what form of forbidden art
Hath brought you here to me,
To gaze upon such nameless things
As human eyes should never see?
Such horror! The nightmare circles close around you
And I, the crawling chaos, shall consume your mind.
For what resistance may your frail heart find
Before the monstrous throne of Azathoth?
So step forward pale dreamer
To make thine sanguine pledge
Innsmouth FolkThems queer folk up in Innsmouth,Innsmouth Folk8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As men do ear it tell
Thems not much for outsiders,
Nor for decent folk as well.
Tis a queer place up in Innsmouth,
neath smokey clouded skies.
With many a decrepit building,
With board oer its eyes.
Theres queer things up in Innsmouth,
Wot chatter an a bark.
And queerer things that leap and hop,
In Innsmouth after dark.
Theres queer fish up in Innsmouth,
As come in with the tide.
An pagan gods, an demons too,
An worser things beside.
Thems queer folk up in Innsmouth,
A spoutin heathen rites.
To evil things, up from the sea,
Out on the reef at night.
So dont you go to Innsmouth,
Dont you take another step.
For of wanderers into Innsmouth,
We aint had none back yet.