Once Tasted, Eternal Hunger

My first foray into the Mythos worlds of Lovecraft, enjoy!

The briefest glimpse
winked and washed away
by tears of astonishment,
beyond the fragile envelope
I once called reality,
has awoken in the deepest chasm
of my desires
a hunger.

To know what is beyond pale, human sight
to know what lies between the shadows
of midnight;
I seek amongst these tomes of ancient hieroglyphics
and scrolls of forbidden words
scribed in pain and firelight.
Awful names loathsome
crawling across my tongue
Azathoth, Hastur, Cthulhu
I call to any and all
and pledge to those who answer-I will give to you sustenance,
worship, souls...
I will offer up the innocent flesh
in a Bacchanalian orgy of sacrilege
If only I may have a boon from you.

I wish to dip the merest ladle
into the ocean of your understanding.
Grant me the knowledge of lenses
and prisms to behold sights beyond
to veil.
Show me the pathways to traverse to stars.
Teach me the sigils seals and mantras
to ensure my success.
Loosen my mind and eyes to understand
alien speech and calligraphies.
Gift me these things and more.
I will be your vigilant servant
for I hunger;
I need the knowledge
I do not have.
For this, I will ensure your victory
O Great Ones, Hear my plea...

I've made a deal
with a coal black man
his accursed eternal
crocodile smile
charred into the vision
of fevered half forgotten dreams.

Stroking the spine of a horrid
             -book-
Fearing the building anticipation
of opening the cover stained
with unknown compounds splattered
frenzied rite shaking flames
voices raised in triumph tempered
with gut loosening fear
impossible voices answering echoing
from madness twisted ether
I open the    -book-    ancient tanned flesh
creaking protest against rest disturbed
my eyes creep over the first scribbled runes
understanding absorbed page after page
days eaten in the rush to know...
Now I understand...

      I hunger.