July 5, 2018 · 3:35 pm
Henry Fuseli
Through Dungeons & Dragons I Come
I Sigvat & the Black Axe I Swung
Through Countless War Dukes I Come
Through the Very Time & Space of the Multiverse
To Feed Hels’ Hungry Maw
the Blue Lady Trapped In the Blade I Wield
Trapped Like I In This Hideous Helm
Till She Gets Her Gluttonous Fill
Till She Walks Once More & Calls Forth Ymirs’ Kin
I the Symbol of Her Will
I a Symbol to Fear
For I Know No Love
but the Red Ripe Carnage of Her Swill
the Sucked Souls of Her Kill
a Great White Mound of Bodies
to Raise Her Again
She Yearns to Be Free
Can you Not Hear the Ravens Sing
Caw
Caw
Cold
Cold
Queen
#B27321
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May 25, 2015 · 10:44 am
H.P. Lovecraft In 1915
The Eerie Music of H.P.
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The Voids & Gulfs It Held In Trance.
Of Outer Gods, Demons, Devils,
& Human Headed Rats.
Of Cemetery Yards & the Animated Damned;
Trilling Throats Offer Up
Kə-THOO-Loo’s
Hideous Demands;
Human Sheep UnWilling Flesh Bags.
Allowing His Eyes to Focus & His Mind to Mingle,
as He Sits In the Deep, Deep;
Seeking to Throw Off Time’s Sleep.
Searching, Questing For the Lost Lullaby
of Dominion Over Man.
Written by the Hand of the Master Zann.
So His Children of the Sea Can Thrive, Breed,
& Hold Sway Once Again.
Starving Not Just For the Souls of Man,
But the Meat In All Its Many Forms;
In your Inner Most Dreams He Creeps,
Pulling you With In His Reach.
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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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February 5, 2014 · 8:35 pm
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“The Weird Tales Submissions Process”
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N.C. Wyeth
I am
Disheartened
to See
that Lovecraft
&
Howard
were Not
your
Story Choices
but Perhaps
They
have
a Part
to Play.
Tesla
In the
Arkham
Sanitarium
Upon a
Frigid
Winter’s
Night
His
Pigeons
from Hell
In
Glorious Flight.
Quill
In Hand
Searching
to
Thwart
the Outer
Gods
Cold
Hideous
Might
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