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