In Memoriam: Howard Phillips Lovecraft

Self explanatory. He was a man of picturesque, poignant, perfectly peculiar, and ponderous prose. Decided to return the favor.

A gibbous night-orb calls with overlapping whisper,

An eldritch fiend pervaded my dismal scene-

Wide eyes displaying some nauseous golden glimmer.

I fled; under ominous orb, painted wicked tangerine

 

My footfalls ceased for no mortal concept,

Damask devils gather as I mark path,

Believing this was no common conquest-

I set forth, fearing the dusky beast’s wrath.

 

This ancient track has led me swiftly east-

The fading lantern ushers promptly through

I asked not for a guide, nor for the priest

No airy atlas from which to follow suit-

I tread fast and tread on in vaporous evening blue,

And in its wake, with phantasmal haste- it led my fate to you.

Author's Note

"Some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy." - HPL

Reviews

[Dust That Drifts Throug..]

Wow. The picture is vivid and I love the tone of this poem. You did a great job.

[Bibliomancer]

This was an awesome poem. I felt as though I was reading an early work of Lovecraft himself. I'm impressed and I say keep up the great work. :)