SERPENT
The Reign
"Where so many rush to fall asleep,
I tend to creep,
afraid of the a lack of light,
what's in store for tonight.
Would you like to know why?
I'm afraid of what's inside,
what I always seem to need,
what sleeps within me.
When the darkness falls
and my mind succumbs to sweet slumber,
lumbering in comes the pattering of feet,
clawed, and I can't seem to scream.
I try to get out from underneath the covers,
to run away, but I am stayed
by the sudden jacket, holding arms back,
while at my heels chases the maniac.
It is the ghoul, it's in my room,
and now theres nothing but abyss,
amiss of clothes and shoe and tooth
as I run to only bring closer nothingness.
And now I am within reach, looking back
at the black teeth, to tear my wide and tall,
before tripping onto face,
no hands to break the fall.
And looking to what had cause the trip,
innocent children, empty faces,
look into me, through me, and it hurts,
it burns, no clue why they are in my plight.
And now taking flight, they chase me too,
I am running to a single point,
straight jacket still applied,
my escape impossible, my voice mute.
Again, so focued to the rear,
I forget about the front,
looking ahead to see now in front of me
the biggest snake ever slithers on scene.
The snake grows bigger, stopping,
rearing its head, baring its fangs,
it wraps me in it's tail,
and squeezes me tight.
I can't stand the grip, crying out,
but no sound comes,
just the sound of my eyes popping out,
and the sound of the plop.
The drop of me, hitting the carpet,
falling onto the floor, blanket wrapped around me,
back in my room, not monsters,
no snake no ghoul.
Just the sweat drenched shirt,
the paper-dry throat,
rattled, another night lost
to the internal battle. Nightmares reign."
After the Golden Age
Chaos should not cease
To dominate the world.
O yes, Nyarlathotep;
Will rule!
No wish for harmony,
Of its Golden Age;
It was before the Fall.
Reveling in constant disorder,
But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;
Giving His first allegiance
To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth
Remembering old times of this God.
Cthulhu does side with Him,
But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;
As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,
Who invented this very world...
Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,
As Dagon; the Deep One Lord
And not even he can say
What will happen when there remains
A Princess restored on Her throne,
A Princess on Ebony Bone.
Yidhra
The most Ancient Gods,
Prototypes of all the Gods,
Worshiped before humanity;
And all came from one source.
The source is called Mlandoth,
All Gods are manifestations of Him.
Ngyr-Khorath, the mad and monstrous thing
Whom haunts this region of space
Before the solar system was formed,
Is a local eddy of Mlandoth's Race.
Yidhra, who was born with the life of Earth
Intertwining with all Earthly life-forms,
Teaches reverence for Mlandoth.
Before death was born, She was born;
For untold ages there was life without death,
Life without birth, life unchanging.
But at last death came; birth came;
Life became mortal and mutable,
And thereafter fathers died,
Sons were born, and never the same.
The slime became the worm
And the worm the serpent,
The serpent the yeti of the mountains
And the yeti became man.
Only She escaped death,
Escaped birth.
But She could not escape change,
For all things will change;
The trees of the North must shed their leaves.
She learned to devour the mortal creatures;
From their seed to change Herself,
And to be as all mortal things,
Living forever without birth, without death.
Yig - The Deadly Snake
Yig went out of my head,
Wasn't I so sad?
In me male and female snake,
O Yig, please don't be awake.
Fastly in the taxi they put me
O let dead not have me!
But dead again I went,
This is what Nyarlathotep meant.
O in anger and wrath I don't want to be,
A female snake in each human you see.
So Tawil took them all out,
And dropped to the floor humans about.
Zombies were left on the Earth
Everything dead, everything burned.
Ghosts, robotic humans by aliens controlled,
This story was never before told...
Zoth-Ommog
A cone-shaped body with a lizard-like head,
That is what Zoth-Ommog is.
Thick serpent-like tentacles
Growing from its head.
Pseudopods resemble starfish arms,
One on each side of the swarms.
Buried underneath the Pacific;
In R'lyeh: the corpse-city.
Deep Ones worship Zoth-Ommog,
Manifesting through many statues
Scattered randomly around the world.
Xastur
Hear ye the Voice of the Elder Xastur,
The mournful sigh of the vortex,
The mad rushing of the Ultimate Wind
Whom I call upon Aphoom-Zhah;
Swirling darkly among the silent stars.
Hear ye Him howling serpent-fanged
Amid the bowels of nether earth;
He whose ceaseless roaring
Fills the timeless skies of hidden Leng.
His might teareth the forests
And crushed the cities,
But none shall know the hand
Or the soul that destroys.
Faceless and foul walked
The Elder One,
In likeness of Nyarlathotep;
His form to men unknown.
Hear then His Voice in the dark,
Answer His call with thine own;
Bow ye and pray at His passing,
But speak not His name aloud.
Yidhra
The most Ancient Gods,
Prototypes of all the Gods,
Worshiped before humanity;
And all came from one source.
The source is called Mlandoth,
All Gods are manifestations of Him.
Ngyr-Khorath, the mad and monstrous thing
Whom haunts this region of space
Before the solar system was formed,
Is a local eddy of Mlandoth's Race.
Yidhra, who was born with the life of Earth
Intertwining with all Earthly life-forms,
Teaches reverence for Mlandoth.
Before death was born, She was born;
For untold ages there was life without death,
Life without birth, life unchanging.
But at last death came; birth came;
Life became mortal and mutable,
And thereafter fathers died,
Sons were born, and never the same.
The slime became the worm
And the worm the serpent,
The serpent the yeti of the mountains
And the yeti became man.
Only She escaped death,
Escaped birth.
But She could not escape change,
For all things will change;
The trees of the North must shed their leaves.
She learned to devour the mortal creatures;
From their seed to change Herself,
And to be as all mortal things,
Living forever without birth, without death.
Yig, The Deadly Snake
Yig went out of my head,
Wasn't I so sad?
In me male and female snake,
O Yig, please don't be awake.
Fastly in the taxi they put me
O let dead not have me!
But dead again I went,
This is what Nyarlathotep meant.
O in anger and wrath I don't want to be,
A female snake in each human you see.
So Tawil took them all out,
And dropped to the floor humans about.
Zombies were left on the Earth
Everything dead, everything burned.
Ghosts, robotic humans by aliens controlled,
This story was never before told...
Zoth-Ommog
A cone-shaped body with a lizard-like head,
That is what Zoth-Ommog is.
Thick serpent-like tentacles
Growing from its head.
Pseudopods resemble starfish arms,
One on each side of the swarms.
Buried underneath the Pacific;
In R'lyeh: the corpse-city.
Deep Ones worship Zoth-Ommog,
Manifesting through many statues
Scattered randomly around the world.