Why not publish an H.P. Lovecraft-inspired Haiku poem every day or so? I can’t think of a single reason (besides sanity preservation). Our maiden entry is from Blog-Sothoth, who offers a chilling verse about his namesake:
Piping tunelessly
All knowing sightless mad God
Yog-Sothoth the Gate
And since one slumbering evil turn deserves another, here’s my own take on the form:
Nyarlathotep:
Your dread witch-cult shall reveal
The blackest science
Hey, that’s fun!
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February 2nd, 2009 at 11:19 pm
Play on, Erich Zann
Peals peeling back the eons
Reveal the true gods
February 3rd, 2009 at 5:48 pm
Strange scents spook the dogs
What horrors they smell unknown
Mad mountain’s gamble