An exercise in inspiration – having a vaguely Lovecraftian mood on me I decided to just start typing and see where the mood take me. The first couple of lines sprang out of nowhere and I just let the whole thing flow without editing or pausing.
When in that failing sleep I rose
With eyes agleam in heart of night
I left behind my calm repose
And trod the path toward the light
That came unbidden through the veil
And whispered words of shade and doom
That called to mind a far off tale
And drew me onward in the gloom.
There scenes of ancient lands I saw
And cities cyclopean rose
And bands of armoured men at war
With shapes more fierce still than those
Those shapes were not the men I knew
Nor beast, nor fish, nor bird nor aught
That I could name or know for true
And with those ancient men they fought
But sword and axe and spear and flame
Could not prevail or win the day
But only a forbidden name
When spoken drove those fiends away
Its echoes rang when it was named
And allied men all cringed and wept
And felt their manhood’s honour shamed
And to their dismal halls they crept
We fell that day from what we’d been
From glory into fragile clay
And though the fiends no more were seen
The triumph saw a dismal day
For now they sleep, not dead, those things
For death and live are not their ways
And in their dreams a shadow sings
Of waking in a latter day
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