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by Staff Writer
by Allen Mackey
by Allen Mackey
The End
Sirius--seriously ...
So here goes--!
7. Bone-Totem by Yidhra
A Prayer to Zathog
Abuhuiel
Abuhuiel;
Abuhuiel;
cure my sickness...
abilities of old.
If I might forget,
Bazaliel
Bazaliel;
Bazaliel;
2017
To Lord Zhothaqquah,
Of red Sulmanopses
Numbering nine,
In stone walls
Of Black Ulsathuis
As in a rushing wind.
O Chaos Forever-Almighty,
O Fulmination-Supreme,
Guided by my voice.
Tend Thee not, yet Thy reflect Thy might and grandeur.
Bone-Totem
I desired to open the graves for my love,
To the joy and the beauty of the Goddess first perfect days."
The flutes that sound like voices from the formless outer space,
The river in the sky will meet the yellow sun in time,
The slate which has retold in stone the ancient-most dread lore,
The god whose drum-beats make the world shall drum and beat no
more,
2014
Commitment To Nyarlathotep
Almighty God Nyarlathotep,
Proclaiming Nyarlathotep
No desire asking,
Of Azathoth. Of Nyarlathotep!
Cthulhu R'lyeh
When I am afraid, I say:
"Cthulhu R'lyeh."
"Cthulhu R'lyeh."
Cthulhu, my Patron;
Dark Star
Having dealings with the Mi-Go;
Flame, flame!
The trees are green and wholesome; too the flowers and their fruit are
sweet.
The seemly things to dream on, too the warmth and cool to flit and
fleet.
betwixt the earth-fill'd cracks o'er which the worshippers of Eos trod
afore,
but here feet grope in chthonic cool, and only in cathartic deeps
The smooth, grey stones of wisdom old, form rings in rings in greater
rings,
until they cease, like Hemera, beyond the gates of Nyx, Tartaran chill.
Like sunset on the stone of Leng, the bright red star casts down its
ray,
which strikes the deep blue sky, resisting Nyx and Zephyrs wrought
decay.
To tread, mind wonders, round the sides of those cold stony liths and
cirques,
what spires, unseen, exist? What other stones did older Cyclopes
emplace?
beneath the earth, within the self, while gloomy clouds, portentous,
fill dark space.
Aloft, away, the substance goes, the inner light of warmness gone.
Then wandrers feet come farther out, still undeterrd by misty fear.
No worlds could brood in horror here, but stranger than the omen-
litten grass.
Expanding outwards then, eyes see, the ebon spires in deep red
smear:
That sky grows darker, bluer, redder, rolling nimbi, black as tar,
past hair there blows a screaming wind to greet Zephyran Leng afar.
Do dreaming winds from out beyond bring with them echoes from the
farther shore?
A glance oer shoulder lends an ear to sounds that vaguely chill and
quake.
Asleep beneath the lunar gates, the desert waste of seven sands,
The onyx columns shadow oer beguiled, dead, and troubled lands.
Dread mirage slips in misty green as rain puts out the burning shale,
What once was bilious in fear is now exalted like the river clear,
the warm within, cast out in loathing, warpd in brimstone that which
once was dear.
Now only forwards leading out from places lost beyond the mist.
The storm clouds swirl and groan, grow darker, icy, blasting forth in
gelid air,
Mind tries to wander back to warmth, but cannot find its way nor will,
must strive wherever chance may go, of water, shall not think, lest
one despair,
lest frozen things steal back the day, or chthonic dampness, mind to
flood,
Tartaran voids to swallow dream, the angry star to spear the blood!
Along the rock face dwindling out upon the edge of sober time,
the black clouds meet with crimson sun-rays streaming out, ecstatic,
from the tor.
Below the chasm, gazing down, heart lifted in a mad sublime,
The wrathful sea, Okeanos, in deep blue madness f*cks the farther
shore.
The leeward wind is driving, cold and gelid from the raincloud chime.
Beheld before the dreaming eye, the sea cliff on the edge of time.
Part II
The cold is that which permeates the warmth of mind and memory,
makes even vernal blossom and the floral colours sickly and deform'd.
What dampness hangs to cool the frozen, locks to freeze that which is
still?
On gelid planes of frigid ice the dreamers trods the only sound of
life,
but life that still is fading, still is fading in the mocking shrill.
The bells of thunder drum and moan the cry of countless pipes
beneath the coast.
The deathly light, the pallid light, of madning stillness, cold, alone,
The end of ends, the edge of time, the threshold of forgotten things,
In only those forever spheres, that ancient nothing pipes and sings.
Its only there, where it thats formless sees the formlessness beyond
the wane.
The watchful gate to piping cold beyond the end of dream and lore,
The vagrant on the park bench, the old sailor sitting on the quay,
the spirit of the alley underneath the hanging damp of eerie night,
the oak trees in the dead of winter swaying by the windless sea,
have seen the edge of what is known, and stole a gaze beyond the
end,
the place the north wind doesnt blow, and whence the lantern cannot
wend.
Wherever names and places stand, and fancy finds its beach of sand,
wherever living creatures roam, or future, now, and past exist apart,
wherever eyes can see, wherever minds can scout familiar land,
wherever man's imagination ever could have thrown his weary heart,
Part III
If answers I have spurnd in looking out to planes beyond my own,
it is because Ive seen with torturd gaze the rainbow ice of aeons null.
I scoff at those who still are slaving, still are warm beside the harps of
lull,
Ive seen the shoggoth lift his mask, beheld the death-truths spearing
zeal,
Ive raised my eyes to see the hues of colours that were never real.
I only know that I have seen the brain that holds the ink and pen,
Ive come to peel away the veil, the thin veil that Euclid devisd,
Ive come to tell you all my tale, that you might steal a gaze baptizd!
You see the sky, you see the ground, the walls that bind the madhouse
calld the Earth.
What chaos in the void you shun? what screaming wind that mocks
and sings?
You cower and recoil in fear at that which frees your mind at your
rebirth!
The thunder-birds, the fury-storm, fly down to break the wall that
binds.
The swirling, curling, crazy mist, the shoggoths watry, slimy kiss,
the brooding fear, the opend heart, the chaos void, the broken clock
unticks,
the falling, and the moving, and the mindless in the bleak abyss,
The crawling and the shambling, crying, loving, laughing tongue that
slops and licks,
Deep in the cave I see a face as bleak and black as troubld dreaming,
dark and dismal, hope is fleeting, but the rain is pleasurd screaming.
Thou! You know the thunder, and in now you see the wondrous
mons,
Now strike the slate of Leng ye sultan sun, ye know thy day again will
gleam!
is flying for to free the swans that dreamt in first the crazed, misty
dream!
The people of the earth arising, rising to unbind the mind, the dawn!
Awakend has been Chronos, time exalts with singing spatial strings.
For as you turn your head to see it, turn your gaze from heavens west,
O Now! You! Thou! In din and chaos, awestruck at here final sance
hewn in frieze, thine eyes in terror, tragic every instance thusly wore!
The sun of red is flying down, to blaze the souls of freedoms sound,
Author's Notes: This is the beginning of an Epic Poem that I have been working
on off and on for a while. The meter is alternating iambic octameter and
nonameter for four lines, and then an octameter couplet at the bottom of each
stanza. (towards the bottom of part III there are deliberate deviations from the
iamb to create an atmosphere of rapture). The work is still very much in the
embryonic stages.
2014
Fangs Of Yig
O Great Yig! Arise and issue forth your venom
Upon [name], whom is cursed by actions to the
By this Sign, which is the Seal of Zathog, may one make the first
tenuous steps toward establishing an intangible contact with the
Primal One who is called Zathog, He who dwells in the Andromeda
Galaxy (which they call Xentilx in their own alien tongue), where He
rules billions of star-systems as He sits upon a vast Black Throne.
Draw the Seal of Zathog in black candlewax upon the earth, sit within
the center, and envision the Seal of Zathog as it makes the transition
from inanimate object into a simulicum like unto one of the wriggling
runes of Carcosa--or like one of the shimmering Pnakotic Runes.
(One can, with a little bit of study, even make the comparison
between the Seal of Zathog and some of the more primitive dialects of
the Aklo Letters.)
Loudly and carefully, say the words of the Hymn in order the
establish contact.
Author's Note: I may or may not have had Galaxy Express 999 on the brain when
I wrote this--
2016
It couldn't be amiss!
Invocation Of Cthulhu
To the South I call,
Islia
Islia; power word,
do regain my health.
Knowledge
By the Power of Great Cthulhu,
Cthulhu R'lyeh
"Cthulhu R'lyeh."
"Cthulhu R'lyeh."
Cthulhu, my Patron;
Kutulu
Kutulu is Great and Mighty,
Dwelling in R'lyeh,
In Carcosa
Lost Carcosa
Dim Carcosa
Lost Carcosa
--Robert W. Chambers,
"Cassilda's Song" from The King In Yellow
I am His temple!
2017
Prayer To Nyarlathotep
God of a Thousand Forms,
Be woken.
Be freed.
Noctifer observe!
By the light of Azazel,
Before me Nyarlathotep;
Behind me Cthulhu;
Purification
Sanctify me in the waters of the Abyss,
Rite Of Cthulhu
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
Cthulhu; my Father.
Rite Of Nyarlathotep
On this day of Nyarlathotep,
Crafty Nyarlathotep,
Faceless wanderer:
Yiii-eeee, Nyarlathotep!
Lord of Death!
Spirits
Do not bother me spirit,
2014
Temple Of Nyarlathotep
Let the Temple of N be resurrected,
We do demand...
Thrown in my face,
As a family too.
Thelema
The Word of the Aeon; DEITUS,
in likeness of Nyarlathotep;
November 2017
The End
I AM, 2017.