Candle-lit shadows, flickering forms
Paint the walls in my manor forlorn
Psychadelic mushrooms taken with wine
Reading pulps by the fire reclined.
Thunder strikes a distant chord
Wind whips the candelabra
In the dark his presence looms
Eldritch, perverse, macabre.
A gaunt, pale form emerged
Mad with fright I laughed
Before me standing in spectral splendour
Was the spirit of Howard Lovecraft!
Silently he judged me
As I sat aghast
Then he haunted my head with horrors
From starry aeons vast.
After laying in a coma for days
I awakened from that feverish haze
b*****, naked as the day I was born
My precious first editions scattered & torn.
He is not dead who eternal Lies!
Paint the walls in my manor forlorn
Psychadelic mushrooms taken with wine
Reading pulps by the fire reclined.
Thunder strikes a distant chord
Wind whips the candelabra
In the dark his presence looms
Eldritch, perverse, macabre.
A gaunt, pale form emerged
Mad with fright I laughed
Before me standing in spectral splendour
Was the spirit of Howard Lovecraft!
Silently he judged me
As I sat aghast
Then he haunted my head with horrors
From starry aeons vast.
After laying in a coma for days
I awakened from that feverish haze
b*****, naked as the day I was born
My precious first editions scattered & torn.
He is not dead who eternal Lies!