Thought Id share a poem Ive been working on. Its the introduction to a collection of poems and short stories Ive been writing concerning the mythos. The Poem is still being edited...thought youd all enjoy. The Esoteric order of Dagon My eyes were open while closed and tight Within the gloom of an unholy night The world was sleeping within the dream, While I slipped inside the subconscious seams Once bound and weighed down with pain from the past A solitary pilgrim wearing different masks My identity shrouded from all but myself, To travel and wander free from doubt. ~~~ Along the roads & pathways of Leng The forest of silence where Shoggoths sing To forsaken tunes of a darker age When the Elder Gods voiced their rage, That once again mankind was free Yet shut away across starry seas Cast adrift till the stars are right When the portal can open to eternal night And carry the Gods back to their shrine Where Cthulhu will rule till the end of time, Bound and sleeping within R’lyeh His watery tomb beneath the waves. Yet Man proved a mind of his own And cast down Yog-Sothoth from his throne And drove the Shoggoth into the mist And Forced the Gods across the abyss Through the portal ‘cross starry seas That gateway of darkened infinity Where they wait until the time is right To return again with all their might. Man’s uprising excluded the Secret Priests Who served Dagon in R’lyeh and Creest As the sun would rise and set with night They’d chant their songs in dreaded rite The blood won’t flow beneath their feet The drowned won’t live dreamless sleep Till the Priests will open the Book of Night The Necronomicon incites The Priests to hold the reigns again And usher in a new dark age Dagon will rise from his long sleep And raise R’lyeh to be his Seat And begin a Feast of ghastly feed To consume the damned who didn’t believe And all mankind will flame at last In a Holocaust so fiery and fast That recorded history is gone in Truth And from this point there is Q’tuut The Record Keeper of the Elder Gods Who carries a future within his claws, The Secret Priests will bow and say The fools who die did not pray and laughed At us who knew the Truth, Their souls will writhe in a new absolute. ~~~~ The Esoteric Order of Dagon is here They walk among us and know no fear They hear the songs with every wave That issues from Cthulhu’s grave Beneath the Pacific Oceans deep The dark and quiet sleepless sleep Of Dagon’s words heard by them Who loyally served for millennium, And wait until the stars are right They will have their eternal night. ~~~~ So now we find ourselves with me, I know the truth of lies, you see, That crafted lace across your face A web to make your life a waste, So I travel among the seas & stars And though I’m mad, and sanity is far From my grasp after a long, long life Within your dreams is safety’s sight, A gibbering madness you won’t survive And all you’ll do is long to die, To have that dreamless, sleepless sleep And finally have peace. You see I’ve stood beside the waves, I looked down upon his watery grave I stood at his side when the great divide Took the Gods home to their side I held the Portal for Hastur’s flight And received the Necronomicon that Night I held reign over the Elder God’s ways And built their church for many an age Their gift to me for undying service Was to never die or feel nervous But stand with strength against the tides Of time that bring us a broken mind, I am the last of my kind, and will do my duty Till my time has found its final end And my wish of peace is long last sent. I tell this tale not as a goal Or bring you grief that you’ll not know But make my mark to those who care And know there’s more to life to share And though we dream of a strife-less peace The Avatar’s of night won’t lease A refuge for the strong or brave But shall eat them first and never save The innocent or harmless life It shall be an endless night….. This poem continues to go on and tell the story of how this man, the Arch-Priest of the Esoteric Order of Dagon tries in the remaining time before the return of the Elder Gods to recruit as many people as possible into the Order so that some form of humanity will remain when the Holocaust which is prophesized to occur doesn’t destroy all of Humanity. As he alone knows what will occur when this happens, as he has lived for over 40,000 years, and guided mankind back to a place where they are ready for the Apocalypse, he realizes there are just too few Cultists left worldwide, and as his last ditch effort to save his own sanity to works to do so. The Gods return, and it’s a horrifying reality, and the Arch Priest witnesses virtually the entire death of humanity, in a swath of feeding by these nightmarish creatures of polymorphic insanity that the Priests that are spared suffer almost as much at the hands of their Gods. This is a personal adaptation of the Cthulhu Mythos, a collection of stories, poems, songs and movies that tell the history of mankind through the eyes of originally H.P. Lovecraft and all the writers since his death that have expanded upon his work. This story is not plagiarized, but my own original work added to the Mythos.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 15:41:10 +0000
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