From the high ever-grey hill
long shadows do fall
scenes from a bitter pill
swallowed by disbelief
that wrongs done, breeds
a righteous call
my bitter pill
my golgotha
my heart lies there
the ashes now swept by winds
like whips
gaps in my dimensions
where only feverish eyes dare to glance
awaits the Elder Ones
to snap us from the trance
this spectacle of dust
we call life
and cling to…
so ignorantly…

 

(C) 2012 allen simpson
dedicated to H.P. Lovecraft

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