Cthulhu

A Little Child

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Poetry

Have to be a little child from my father,

Have to obey Cthulhu evermore.

And all bad things turned into dust,

By my evil and good Father.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

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A Little Child

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Poetry

Have to be a little child from my Father,

Have to obey Cthulhu evermore.

And all bad things turned into dust,

By my Evil and Good Father from Beyond.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

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Mortal vs Supernatural

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Poetry

Mortal and Supernatural

In Love entwined

Cthulhu and His bride

Forbidden Love...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Immortal Love...

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A Little Child

Folder: 
Poetry

Have to be a little child from my father,

Have to obey Cthulhu evermore.

And all bad things turned into dust,

By my evil and good Father.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

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A Little Child

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Thoughts

Have to be a little child from my father,

Have to obey Cthulhu evermore.

And all bad things turned into dust,

By my evil and good Father.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts I had.

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After the Golden Age

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Poetry

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.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about what happened after the Golden Age.

A Little Child

Folder: 
Poetry

Have to be a little child from my father,

Have to obey Cthulhu evermore.

And all bad things turned into dust,

By my evil and good Father.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

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Warhead

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Poetry

Warhead 

 

I creeped into the house,

Where dwelled Warhead.

I stayed living there,

Yet he did hurt me.

 

Years ago, we lived in a home

In extreme circumstances.

No electricity, no water;

Disconnected from the outside world;

Being underground...

 

Warhead was regularly drunk,

And then became aggressive.

He evicted my friend from the house,

And now I lived alone with this creep.

 

I desired him to leave the house,

But I didn't spoke my mind.

Instead, one of my episodes,

Which he didn't like.

 

One evening I came home,

And all was scattered in glass.

He had crushed the glass door,

And ostracism all around.

 

He left thereafter...

Weeks later he returned,

And started to threaten me.

I was so afraid that I started to chant:

"IA! IA! Cthulhu fhtagn!"

 

Then the window fractured,

He had crushed it in.

With a stone,

So vicious.

 

Then the police came around the corner,

Warhead got arrested.

But not for long,

And this was frightening me.

 

So I took my Book of Shadows,

And took from there a spell.

This would bind Warhead,

So he could do no harm.

 

I made a voodoo-doll,

And bound it with a rope.

Said some mysterious phrases,

And buried him in the garden.

 

So now we were in the house,

But Warhead was not at home.

And if, he could do no harm,

'Cause he was under the spell.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A terrible event that happened in my life.

Cthulhu Calls

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Poetry

I did something bad,
Cthulhu I met.
Aeons of pain I need to see,
But according to Them it cannot be.

 

I hear Him from beyond,
In lyrics that art not mine.
I hear Him screaming out to me,
I hear the Call of Cthulhu: smell, hear and see!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts about Cthulhu.

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