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The air was chill, the night was grey
and the stars aligned held all in sway.
As lonesome howls called out to the night
the undead rose beneath a pale moonlight.
Some rose to gorge as ravenous fiends.
Some rose to ravish while their victims screamed.
A society great that once stood proud
quickly decayed as it was cowed.
Many that lived tried to stave off death.
Every moment was wasted as was each breath.
By red tooth and nail their lives came undone.
Each soul now cursed! By all Heavens shunned.
The Earth was emptied. None were left alive.
With no life upon it to struggle or thrive
the dead descended, their fell task done.
The world prepared for the Great Old Ones.
From the far distance reaches of outer space
the Earth's new masters changed its face.
Non-Euclidian became all its geometry.
A cold, dead world where horrors roamed free.
A path of lost worlds left in their wake,
their master descended into the deepest lake.
To dream in slumber 'til the universe is ended.
Leaving all time and space in terror suspended.
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The air was chill, the night was grey
and the stars aligned held all in sway.
As lonesome howls called out to the night
the undead rose beneath a pale moonlight.
Some rose to gorge as ravenous fiends.
Some rose to ravish while their victims screamed.
A society great that once stood proud
quickly decayed as it was cowed.
Many that lived tried to stave off death.
Every moment was wasted as was each breath.
By red tooth and nail their lives came undone.
Each soul now cursed! By all Heavens shunned.
The Earth was emptied. None were left alive.
With no life upon it to struggle or thrive
the dead descended, their fell task done.
The world prepared for the Great Old Ones.
From the far distance reaches of outer space
the Earth's new masters changed its face.
Non-Euclidian became all its geometry.
A cold, dead world where horrors roamed free.
A path of lost worlds left in their wake,
their master descended into the deepest lake.
To dream in slumber 'til the universe is ended.
Leaving all time and space in terror suspended.
While I'm not a fan of who Lovecraft was as a person I'll admit that I was a pretty big fan of his work when I was younger. It's kind of hard to not be when one was born in Providence and grew up in Rhode Island. For good or ill the shadow of his legacy is everywhere. At any rate, I think it came out OK. Expect more spooky poetry as we get closer to Halloween. I'm making a committed effort to write a lot more spooky poetry from now on.
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