Good morning! I hope you guys are ready for a steaming helping of cosmic horror because, boy, have I been cookin’! If you’ve ever enjoyed Lovecraft or you like that movie Annihilation with Natalie Portman, you’ll probably dig this one. Let me know in the comments what you think. Without further ado…
Darkest Demesne
Atop the mountain
lies a fortress.
Beneath the stones,
lies a fountain.
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Unnatural and indecipherable,
the masonry tells
the story of a being
whose presence trails
the very last of the bells.
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In the dark,
It comes;
My master.
To quell the living disease.
Upon that stroke of midnight,
I make haste to the gate.
I whisk past maze-like halls
and labyrinthine corridors
to the old and battered door,
covered by runes and chains,
behind which It slumbers.
As I venture deeper into the dungeons,
where no light penetrates,
I begin to hear the distant, disembodied, interminable screams
that haunt my every waking moment;
I come upon the fountain.
The waters glow faintly with a distinct sickly, violescent purple.
My head, again, starts to pound as I draw near,
the intricate designs of the stonework calling out to me,
reaching out, yet again.
A sacrifice must be made.
I draw the sacrificial blade
and move it gingerly to my shaking, outstretched palm.
I make a ragged cut.
As my blood drips into the fountain,
the wailing quiets for a moment.
I am knocked from my feet by a gust of wind that tears at my skin like sandpaper;
all the while, Its howls reverberating throughout these dark and desolate halls.
This formless, black mass, blacker than the dark that surrounds, alights and descends again upon the town below.
It hungers.
It feeds.
I envy them as I watch the color fade from their faces
and the blood drain from their veins into the pool before me,
its purple waters now flowing crimson before my eyes.
I fade in and out of consciousness and find myself again in my bed,
in my chambers.
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My torturous servitude remains immutable.
I am bound to these old cobbled stones and dark, cobwebbed halls.
I was once the lord of this castle,
but in my hubris,
in my… ambition,
I called upon powers most foul.
I cannot remember the last time I saw the light.
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Now…
My master.
It calls again.
Poems by Sam 