My horrid Poetry.

[Strike Witch]

So, I read some Lovecraft stuff, and made some poetry.

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Aeons ago,
By void and stars,
Neither orbiting Jupiter,
Nor gath'ring dust on Mars,
A trail of corruption,
A Primal wave of fear,
Stretched across the Milky Plane,
Yet splattered disturbingly near.

It came from by the Hyades,
Not far across the Pleiades.
A small star, a twinge of pale green,
Its diameter unmeasured at mean.
The star is feared far and wide,
Of the creature there, who does abide,
Upon the lone companion, of the star of Xoth,
by the raging seas, Cliffs held aloft.
He came there, from parts unknown,
And in that time, he truly has grown.
But in the dark caves, and pools of foul slime,
There is a flow of disrupted time.
That foul beast, that gibbering rot,
He does not lie in that twisted knot!
The Great One has left, spread horrid wings wide,
Leaving Xoths' pull like a blasphemous tide.
The trail leads long, leads far from Hearth,
That Trail of Terror, arrives straight at Earth.
And under the Atlantic, Cthlulhu still lies,
And in the sunken Depths of R'lyeh,
The Hewn Stone does cry,
"That which is not dead which can eternal lie,
And in strange aeons Even Death may die!"

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The Dark places,
The wounds in the Earth,
The ancient temples,
The sacrificial Chambers,
Lie in the Nameless City.

The Empty tunnels,
The dry, sandy wastes,
The low ceilings and
underground stairways,
Lie in the Nameless City.

The Subterrene,
The Hall of murals,
Ghastly and shattering,
Lie in the Nameless City.

The massive Brass Doors,
The unknowable world beyond,
Of Great Mountains and plains,
and abode to the builders of
The Nameless City.

They still live, down there,
Ever-hateful of the Sons Of Men.
They are the Reptilian Intellects of
The Nameless City.

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[Arxryl]

Very interesting! Such a poet you are! These poems are very mysterious...

[Strike Witch]

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