Dead Universe

Cthulhu Mythos

We are walking corpses,

Zombies at best

How can I enjoy?

That what falls apart?


Great Pyramid

And feast of Nitokris

The Ghoul-Queen

Married to Kephren.


All are dead, dead,

Nothing alive, so sad.

Gods and man alike

In a murdered universe...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Dead Meat


Dead meat,

Is what you eat.

Nothing alive,

It is not wise.


I don't know the reason,

But I know the cause.

It is rotten, it is corrupted,

And will drive a man mad.


Madness comes from eating brains,

I ain't no cannibal at late.

But eating meat I have to do,

Or certain things I can't see.


Blood is very good,

I have no Vampire mood.

But cruel some call,

What I describe at all.


My mind going ways,

With meat these days.

Demons, Ghoulies and the rest,

Outsiders are a real pest!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

Black Cat's Meow




From graves they rise up in their flight,

They terrorize, injecting fright,

Upon our deepest doubts they feed,

No spell can break their desperate need, Their faint trajectory leaving horror, Beneath it all our minds will wander,

To ghastly realms that rule the night,

Into our psyche, they remove our sight, Until we scratch and claw our way, Confusion dominates disarray, Shuddering, as we hear the howl,

Our minds they twist, 

We scream and scowl,

Frantic, mesmerized and weak,

We struggle to survive,

Projected fears from deep inside, Consume our soul just to stay alive!! 


Author's Notes/Comments:'s not just about sweets. 

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Ghoulish Fantasy


Ghastly goblins,

Ghostly ghouls,

Darkness penetrates,


Wishes shattered, 

Empty dreams,

Their destiny awaits.




Locked within a rotted shell,

No mercy hears their plea,

They fantasize of something else,

And beg but no one sees.


And on the night of Hallow's Eve,

The reaper dressed in gloom

Will rap upon the door of fate,

With evidence near doom.


He'll spread the scrolls of eons past

That open up their eyes,

Unscrupulous,  revealing truth

And crush their shroud of lies.


Cause on this night,

"The Witch's Prom",

The other side of kind,

Creeps through the doors to summon

Goblins deep inside the mind,

Lurked too long,

The balls and chains,

But they're always half alive,

They've fed into the fantasies

Until this night arrives.


The fear will build uncertainty,

Locked in their grasp you'll shiver

Your blood runs cold under the thoughts,

Ghost fantasies deliver!!!







Author's Notes/Comments: 

Halloween! ! Inspired by a ghoul.:-)


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