A temple
deep at oceans floor
awaits for me to dive,
secrets there sealed
and ancient words
in otherworldly way,
i hear the voice
as made of water
calls my name,
"come home, my child,
your place is here,
where angels cannot fly",
and i don't need
to take a breath
while diving in the void
of darkness with a green
dark green unlight...
Ia, my lord
Ia, great one
Ia Ia Cthulhu....
your son is home and praise to you...
Ia Cthulhu fhtagn!!!
"I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams."
H. P. Lovecraft
H. P. Lovecraft
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
Ia
Labels:
poetry,
psychopoetry
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