throne

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: 

Mythos poem.

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Judge Not Roses

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Flowers
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JUDGE NOT ROSES


Should one judge

a rosebud

for not being

fullblown?

 

Should one

judge a rosebud

seated on his

thorny throne?

 

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-saiom shriver-


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Let Go

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Songs

You were born to lose

As you sit upon your dead throne

Decay in your bones

This, the life you choose

 

You’re cursed

With your own disease

Eating yourself away

Die again every day

 

Can’t you let go (Never)

Let Go (Never)

Let Go (Never)

Never let go

 

Give up the fight

You’re dead inside

Can’t keep yourself alive

Do what is finally right

 

Let Him in

He stands and knocks

At your ruined gates

It’s not too late

 

Let go, He’ll catch you

Let go, He holds you now

Let go, He picks you up

Let go, you’ve had enough

 

Let go and take the jump

Fall into His arms

Rest secure from your fears

Because He’ll

Never (Never)

Let Go (Let Go)

Never (Never)

Never let go

 

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Yog-Sothoth

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Cthulhu Mythos

Yog-Sothoth, archons

God of portals.

Rules all goings in,

Rules all comings out.

 

Doors are His mouth

Windows are His eyes.

Whenever you cross,

He is aware;

And only when He permits it.

 

He is the Gate and the Key;

Jealously guarding the portals.

The face of Yog-Sothoth,

The face of the cosmos.

 

During death and dream,

Liberated from the house of flesh.

Struck out by violent force;

He may lead the soul to any world

 He: Nyarlathotep,

Even to the throne of chaos.

 

Yog-Sothoth cannot be bullied,

Not even by Nyarlathotep.

There is no way to harm Yog-Sothoth

There is no way to kill Him...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Cthulhu Mythos Deity Yog-Sothoth.