Another poem, this time a tribute to H.P. Lovecraft's universe. Well; I bought a Commemorative Edition Necronomicon full of his best works and at the beginning and end you can see a map of Arkham, one of the towns/villages he cited a lot in his stories. This is what I think when I look at it.

(You can make out a few vague references in there; notably to Herbert West - Reanimator, Dagon, The Call of Cthulu, and Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family.) Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Poem belongs to me. Characters/themes/places &c belong to H.P. Lovecraft and Stephan Wilson (?)

A Tribute to H.P. Lovecraft's Universe

When I need sparks to light the mind,

Or wish to get away -

From my own stale and boringkind,

Into a darker day;

I open up the leather fold and there it waits, for me;

The Houses of the Damned,

White Apes and Callings of the Sea.

I wonder who lives within those streets,

Who might be studying physics -

In homely Miskatonic suites,

Plagued by their fleshy visits.

The undead monsters walk at night,

I hear a ghastly din:

Of screams; a chilling, awful fright,

And I wonder what's within.

For in that town, atop that page,

Another world it rout -

Boasting of a richer age,

That must not be let out.

But I wish now of nothing more

Than to live within that town;

And alas, I feel so raw (so sore!)...

Forever staring down.

Only staring down.