It took me seven days to cross the desert,
to find the first water whole,
driven by madness and hunger til i bled from my lips
And from then on I didn't feel it anymore,
the entangled staircase from my head to my soul;
this bile filled body..
this echo of a god, transcended,
and now i am free.
I lay in the heat, so hot, it's like liquid,
filling my pores, instead of emptying them,
and i know i'm dying,
but i know of no heaven.
Only a wasteland that stretches forever,
from R'leyh to Kish,
the desert of the Zan, who now wait
between starlit angles unseen.
This was my sacrifice, and it is meet, for old Shub
hath said, "walk until thy Self is dead"
and this entangled staircase, from body to head
is turned to a mush not fit for a grub.
Fantasy entangled and delusional,
i fight for my breath even, tortured rasp.
I am as doomed as if bitten
by Egypt's terrible asp!
Yet, He comes, out of my mad desperation,
The dreaming one, my Lord.
One buried deep beneath the sea, asleep,
now risen, He strikes the harp of discord.
I rise from flesh to spirit, moved so
by his light, his ancient face
Long before we were yet to be,
Cthulu created the human race.
As i wake from dreaming, sweating
i realize i read to much Lovecraft last night.
I laugh to myself, in a lunatic way,
enjoying the morning light.
Yet, i look closer, and i sea ocean!
Ancient monsters on it's floor!
And i realize, i am really with him,
dreaming, in R'leyh forevermore.
Author notes
Basically, the quote sounded like a Lovecraft comment from his tales. Since there are actually people who follow the Mythos as religion, and i'm in a lovecraft group, i thought it'd be fun to give a more ironic and twisted approach to things.
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spiritual in a sense that some do believe in Lovecrafts tales
Comments
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Well written!
I like Lovecraft. If you had become the monster (first person), you'd be a trophy winner. I like your style and your creativity. One of my few requirements for the contest was to become that monster. Thank you for entry. I do love its darkness.
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Wow, this is pretty awesome. The imagery in this is superb, as well as the forced images of a hot, fevered mind. I liked the twsisty ending.
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Wow, this forced me to bring up Wikipedia.
Never have I heard of this Lovecraft Mythos.
But that's beside the point, isn't it?
This is an amazing piece of writing.
I didn't fully understand it, saying as I'm not familiar with some of the subject matter, but it makes enough sense.
The stanza "Yet, He comes, out of my mad desperation,
The dreaming one, my Lord.
One buried deep beneath the sea, asleep,
now risen, He strikes the harp of discord.
I rise from flesh to spirit, moved so
by his light, his ancient face
Long before we were yet to be,
Cthulu created the human race." especially caught my eye.
I like how that was written.
And you do a nice job of setting the mood in the beginning, and the imagery was great.
And then there's the end, which is awesome.
After all of that... dread, it was nice to be able to say, "wow, it was only a dream. Yay."
But nice twist.
So yeah, all in all, very nice piece.
You really did sort of... twist the quote.
It makes sense the way you wrote it, though.
Good luck.
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