Spare your worries Lovecraft

   
   
a place for where Cthulhu awaits to rise    
from the depths of Europa’s frozen crest    
never meant to know how the ancient foe in the present  
hour began, nor the wave below the atonement,  
   
a courtyard’s palace grinding    
at the wind, lay aside the forbidden    
as the smoker gives life to the darkest environment;    
   
drops of Jupiter kept locked inside a lover’s pallor;  
a face turning Moorish serpents that bled  
through from the worst eye of the North Atlantic.