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Saturday, January 7, 2012

H.P. Lovecraft, a eulogy

The solemn slab below a large oak tree
Floating corpse leaves
whisper of days gone by and
the images and sounds of dark desires

His universe was in shadow of the eternal Cthulhu
dreaming in death of our century and centuries before
Sad, so sad, glide along the ghosts
In their footsteps his old life’s passage

An uncommon sight, we behold his tales
Laughing at time with a mysterious charm
Few people know the secrets of magic
Lovecraft is in the shadow of these tombs

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