"That is not dead which can eternal lie," Sang the Mad Arab from tortured sleep, "And with strange aeons even death may die." Cthulhu dreams of an Elder sky In sunken R'lyeh 'neath oceans deep. "That is not dead which can eternal lie." On membranous wings the Old Ones fly, Across the infinite void they sweep. "And with strange aeons even death may die." Yog-sothoth pulses, his pseudopods try The cracks between worlds, and through them seep. "That is not dead which can eternal lie." At the Mountains of Madness the shoggoths cry, "Tekeli-li." Beneath the ice they creep. "And with strange aeons even death may die." The Old Ones were, though they may sleep, And when they wake then men will weep. "That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die." August 6, 2024
Discussion about this post
No posts
I love a good villanelle - and that was a good one 👍🏻
Alright now you're freaking me out.
I'm worried about insane lib harpies sweeping down on me and now I gotta worry about the return of Cthulhu too?