Basalt Pillars of the West


Beyond which splendid Cathuria lies,

But which wise men know is the gate

Of a monstrous cataract

Where everything drops to abysmal nothingness

And shoot through the empty spaces

Toward other worlds and other stars;

The awful voids outside the ordered Universe

Where the Daemon-Sultan Azathoth waits.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Cthulhu Mythos poem.

Baharna - Part 2


O great island Oriab,

Mighty port city.

Twin beacons:

Thon and Thal

Where ships sail...


The city rises steeply

The very flight of steps

Into this beautiful city,

Where the night calls all!


A canal which leads

To the lake of Yath.

On the shore of this lake,

Is an unnamed city...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Cthulhu Mythos poem.



The seaport lying on the isle of Oriab;

Being a mighty city.

There is a canal which goes under the city

In a tunnel with granite gates;

Leading to the inland lake of Yath.


Parts of the city are built of bricks

Resembling the ancient ruins

On Yath's further shore.

The beacons on either side of the harbor

Are named Thon and Thal.


The lava-gatherers climb Mount Ngranek,

But not too high, might they fall;

To get bits of volcanic stone;

Still not reaching out to the gods.


The city is ruled by a congress

Of retired sea captains and traders;

Determining both laws and punishments.

Tales of the sunken city

Six nights out of Baharna

Are told in the taverns of Lhosk.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Cthulhu Mythos poem.



In the land of Ooth-Nargai

Is a snow-capped mountain.

Covered in gingko-trees

Not far from Celephais

The beautiful city.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.



In the lake near Sarnath,

Is a large gray rock.

At Sarnath's destruction,

It submerged by the lake.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.



I was bound to the sanitarium, and much later afterwards Nyarlathotep told me that he locked me up there; I used to have the habit of wandering around on the diabolical planes of the Dreamlands and encountering people who bring terror, so afraid of those beings I am. There was a corner in the shopping mall in A'tham where dwelled an extraordinary evil person, and always I tried to avoid this place, but sometimes there was no way around it. Therefore, Nyarlathotep locked me up in the sanitarium in the Dreamlands.


I am bound, bound to this bed with this hard undercover, like sleeping on a bunch of sacks. There they come, the keepers of the sanitarium with their huge needles in no private part of the asylum but shared with all the other patients. They injected delirium in patients with those needles instead of taking it away, and mad I went, again...


Finally I was brought to my private room. I always have a private room in the asylum for I am fond of my privacy. There once, the Old Ones came to the window, but the Old Ones were there no more, only sometimes they came, always invisible...


The windows were wide open, this used to be the case many times and I always feared of falling outside the window. However, this time, I got an idea. I could fly out the window with the undercover of the bed, it didn't seemed to high. And I did it! I landed safely on the ground but to my disappointment there was a keeper here also and a locked gate, I couldn't escape...


The keeper was female with short blonde hair and looked straight at me. "Aren't you supposed to be inside?" she asked me firmly. I didn't respond. In a moment the other keepers appeared and brought me back to my room. Suddenly I remembered the one time when the van came, that time when I did escape... When Nyarlathotep came out of the white van and claimed me back inside the asylum. I cannot escape the asylum. Nor can I ever escape or hide from Nyarlathotep...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had about the sanitarium.

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Black Galleys

Cthulhu Mythos

The race of the moon-beasts

Inhabit the far side of the Moon.

Sailing Earth's Dreamlands,

In sinister black galleys,

Trading for gold and slaves.


Hideous to look upon,

Concealing themselves below decks

When they come into the port

Of the ever-beautiful Dreamlands.

One I recall is Dylath-Leen,

Whom no man has ever seen.


The horned-men of Leng,

Take care of all trading marks.

The galleys take the slaves

To an island in the Cerenerian Sea

Called the Nameless rock,

Where they are tortured till eternity.


The evil vessel galleys

Sail off the edge of the world

Past the great cataract in the west,

And through the gulf

That separates the Earth from the Moon.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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A seaport in the land of Ooth-Nargai,

Being build of sky-blue marble;

Topped by slender minarets.


Bronze statues of famous heroes,

One page topped from Al Azif.

In the center the temple to Nath-Horthath,

Where eighty orchid-wreathed priests serve,

No less than ten thousand years old art they.


The greatest trading center in the Dreamlands,

Creatures of all sort in their bazaars.

As in Sona-Nyl, there being no time,

Nobody ever ages, dreamers aloft

In the taverns of Celephais.


Nobody matures, remaining forever innocent.

King Kuranes: King of Celephais,

Lost his life through drug addiction.

Living forever in the Dreamlands,

In the Palace of Seventy Delights,

Built of flawless rose-crystal.


Past the eastern gate is a park,

Wherein the King build a Norman Abbey

And a small Cornish fishing village,

To resemble his native Cornwall,

To which he can never return,

Now that his waking form is dead...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about Celephais.