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MAGNUM INNOMINANDUM
'Where horizon meets the tired sky
Naked stars would fall behind
The light is ever-lost
Fever hastens through the meek
The mist enrobes, a shadow leaks
Over the eldritch hills
Tower bells would seldom ring
And spirits mourn the fallen King
His sigil encloses over
A flickering hope, it flits about
To die in waves of liquid drought
As elders thrive
In the dim light of Carcosa'
In chambers of doubt I was
Reeling from the pain of life
And the disgusting world
Crowns more resembled tools
And of iniquity I tire
The careless gourmands, fools
Serenading the weak to their avail
Of this, I am reassured
Extinguish the insects
I read the King in Yellow
The void beckons of my ear
In this chimerical sleep
Worship of the parasitic
And to obfuscate thought
From the abyss, the visions are clear
To drown in the maddening deep
And become prophetic
Spread the name that time forgot
I hold the Yellow Sign
I felt vibrations, stirring
Almost felt it's exhalation
An overwhelming sulphuric stench
Bizarre, voiceless speech
He calls to me from his dwelling
From some parallel, veiled dimension
In a form, for mortal eyes meant
Death as audience, witness me
Terror and joy stiffen the neck
Power escapes from the blight
Miasma, thick and revolting
Pour out like a thundercloud
Oh, great malefic horror
Arise from the consuming Atlantic
I call to you from the crossroad of stars
The ground begins to glow
A deep iridescence of colours indescribable
Outside of the range of even four cones
It almost feels alive
As reality becomes like illusion
The ground begins to warp
And gird a blackness immeasurable
My lord has arrived from aeons of sleep
He ascends the pit
Countless tentacles reach upwards like smoke billows
Immediate sensory overload
Clutching my fear now tangible
A thousand voices around me
Screaming and whispering all the same
Growling
Painting in my head what ears cannot
And a tear falls so slowly into the void below
With appendages of darkness aflight
He brings his kingdom with him
And insanity, physically, mentally
Is what remains when he departs
As the slope I stood now crumbles
To dust
And my hands
Dust
Published 11th Apr 2017
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