I've been in a Lovecraft mood lately, and wrote this poem back at the beginning of the month. Next week I will check back in, and let you know how Camp NaNoWriMo went for July. For now, enjoy some Cthulhu-inspired terror!
R’lyeh
What days are
these?
I find myself
Lost on darkened
seas
I cry out, but no
voice
Hears my muffled
pleas
So turn I will
To splintered oar
My fate not yet
seal’d
There is time yet,
if
Courage is
tempered as steel
From deepest black
Does shadow rise
Unfathomed crack
Where he abides
Deepest terrors
wrack
As shattered steel
My fate becomes
Insanity crushes
real
Now left to rot in
nameless void
Consumed by
endless will
Randall Madden
July 1, 2015
