aeons olde

away from me, soggoth, wretched creature from beyond the scope of time; back, back, to the stoney carapace of aeons olde dark madness; for in your insipid insanity whispered soft in the gurgling tones of r’lyeh; lie the shadows of the sleeping beings, to whom all is naught but prey; the words call, resonating deeply, […]

lovecraftian tanka

the surface ripples tentacles search for fresh prey hungrily seeking the promise of a slow death beneath the inky black waves — sitting on the dock unaware of the danger dark ones awaken of ancient rage incarnate from beyond the stars themselves — nyarlathotep cthulhu and azathoth lords of destruction crawling out of the abyss […]