Author's Note: Based on What the Moon Brings, written in 1922.
I hate the silver-white moon
Death cannot come too soon
When it shines on landscapes so calm
It turns to hideousness under its charm
I was walking in my garden that night
When I came across a stream in pale moonlight
Surrounded by idols of the most fearsome kind
Dead faces in the water look up so blind
They speak to me, tell me to go
Lure me on through the pale shadow
Under the hateful night sun
From the stream to the sea I run
The city of the dead lies under the waves
Hundreds of underwater graves
Out from the sea stand ancient spires
The condor circles and calls upon the night's choirs
I wished to speak with the black bird
But he flew to the giant reef, my query unheard
Below him writhed the greatest sea-worm
Making the waves twist and squirm
I hate the silver-white moon
Death cannot come too soon
When it shines on landscapes so calm
It turns to hideousness under its charm
Then I saw something to wish myself to drown
Not a reef but a forehead and crown
I gave a gasp and plunged into the sea
Better to be feast upon by worms than to have the hidden eyes see me
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Lovecraft
PoetryPoetry on the subjects of the strange, fantastic, terrible and otherworldly. A series of poems based on the beautifully horrifying works of H.P. Lovecraft and the Cthulhu Mythos. I hope you enjoy! All of the original stories can be found here: htt...
