Corspesa

This is a homage to Robert W. Chambers' "The King in Yellow".

There’s something wrong

In Corspesa,

Where the trees

Look like knotted, twisted hands from hell

 

There’s a rotten stench

In Corspesa

Where the children

Are born dead from the murky waters,

The lifeblood of the beast

 

The canaries are dead

In Corspesa

Where the rivers

Run backwards

Never to be seen again

 

The fruit is ruined

In Corspesa

Where the crows whisper secrets into the sky

Into the abyss

 

The roaches feast

In Corspesa

Each one

A fallen angel

 

The days never end

In Corspesa

Where time does not

And never has

Existed

 

Cthulu is here

In Corspesa

Where the horizons

Show nothing

But decrepit eternity

 

There is no hope

In Corspesa

Where stories

Are carved with fingernails

But lose meaning

 

Welcome home honey

Author's Note

Please critique. Pretty please? :)