cthulu poem

Cthulu

In vistas dark and landscapes spectacular,
Ancient malevolence dead and yet dreaming,
Slithering masses with visage tentacular,
Strange aeons keep silent the screaming,

Whether races fungi or Ophidian,
Giant gugs or slavering ghouls,
Polished glass reveals math non Euclidian,
To take on gods is the realm of fools,

Ancient names cannot be spoken,
Dusty scrolls their words unknown,
When the old ones once awoken,
The madman’s wisdom is then shown,

So when the shadows beckon hither,
Reading lovecraft tis best at night,
That noises in walls sounds like slither.
When the black seas of infinity meet your sight,