I write poetry because of a Poe fixation, but after reading HPL, I decided to choose a bank of his vocabulary and write a tribute. Hope you enjoy... Crafted Story!©Rich Orth 1/23/13 8:00pm Tis Good Friday... 6th day of April In this, the year of their Lord..1849 On this forenoon... time stood still.. Thus begins a tenebrous affair Phlegmatic was the course So far off of it I fell Thus commences ... true degradation of the mortal tenement ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Within Stygian crypt Mullioned windows Darkened and murky As a muddied past should be Bathed simply by transom light Arras detailing each grisly scene Tessellated floors reflecting antiquity Here I am..in repose Lying amongst silent harvests This graveyard stench... rising up ..after relentless Spring rains Phantoms of nightmares Rattling hollowness Lameness of thy soul Oh, this paralyses of memory Merely a tyro in this world.... Gazing out at an abyss of alcoves Shading shadowy figures.... If of healthier inclination In power of mental faculties Rather than vexed.. with a modicum of sanity One might grapple,, One mat attempt to flee Though realizing destiny I struggle no longer This, my sanity, recalcitrant to ...fact and fiction Compunction of conscience Wavers laboriously Benevolent...malevolent...who to tell This be my immemorial curse Within my antechamber of hell In this aperture of the mind Where eldritch flourishes One envisions another passage And a darkness is nourished
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