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:
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:
Your dread witch-cult shall reveal
The blackest science
Hey, that’s fun!