A Lovecraftian incantation of Hope to banish dark enchantments. A poem for my son who enjoys reading Lovecraft and Poe and creating stories about things that go bump in the night.
The Ancient One opens its maw
Deep inside the endless Abyss;
The Darkness that ever inspires
Despair and fear and hopelessness.
Impossible geometries
Swirl in its unblinking dead eyes;
Beckoning all to abandon hope,
And come embrace madness and lies.
Nightmares are just pale reflections
Of this Horror that lurks within;
Cthulhu and Leviathan:
Mere imitation and fiction,
Of this Endless Evil ever
Energizing all our hate and pride:
Inciting us to deicide;
Then genocide; Then suicide.
Covered in addiction’s gaunt skin:
Needle punctured and razor slit;
Oozing tongue over broken teeth
Exhales the stench of death and shit.
It slithers out to taste its prey:
A drop of blood; A tiny seed;
Shed from the brow of a peasant
Executed on Calvary.
Why is this one corpse such a treat
When billions more are on their way?
Why the whole Abyss groans for him:
No one down there can really say.
The Great Serpent swallowed him whole;
As It savored body and soul:
A moist belch wetly erupted
Deep inside its cavernous hole.
Then for the first time in history
The cosmos’ endless march toward death,
Began to stumble and falter
As the Old Beast gasped for breath.
The foundations of Creation
Quaked as It began to spasm;
Now It hemorrhages Light and
Vomits Life into the Chasm.
Blinding Glory cuts the darkness
The Light forms roots that spread and swell;
And grow into a Tree of Life
Birthed from the writhing corpse of Hell.
Since that dread day Death lay dying
Felled by the Love it was born from;
And the cosmos won’t stop crying:
Something Wondrous this way comes!
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