Midnights hour come and gone,
The dawn so fast is coming,
And before this cursed night is done,
I will cease my running.
From these ever tortured dreams,
The waves of madness in my mind,
That wake me now to screaming,
In my dream I walk alone,
Through a hazy twilight land,
By structures that could ne’er have been,
Built by mortal hand,
No healthy mind could conceive
No decent universe allow,
These ancient eldritch towers,
That the highest mountains cow,
Possessed they are of angles which,
The mind will not accept,
Create by some ill witch-
Craft while all reason slept,
High and low and fat and thin,
All around they crowd,
Where did this all begin?
In a mausoleum dank,
An abstruse scripture found,
An eldritch formula so rank,
With foulness underground,
Sheer nonsense it would seem to most,
Yet no such mercy mine,
A gate to former aeon’s ghosts
And the merciless divine
Foolish in most others site,
I opened up the door,
And gazed upon unhallowed light,
Of unimagined yore,
A place beyond imagining,
Was opened up to me,
Angles of a land remote,
Across a vile sea
Something then stepped through the door,
From which all others fled,
They were all right to abhor,
What stepped into my head,
Through angles which no man should see,
In entered into my mind,
Which shall e’er in madness be
‘Twas only then the dreams began,
Of walking in the aether,
Dreams which no human mind,
Should be subjected ever,
The outsider sought a path back home,
Through blasphemies’ gate,
To the spheres which lie beyond our own,
And thither lies my fate
I shudder to think that it may find,
Ways to Carcosa’s glare,
Or that it should subject my mind,
To dread Cthulhu’s stare,
My sanity would surely die,
What little now remains,
There is but one path left to fly,
The path which fate ordains,
Should the gates be opened full,
And Yog-Sothoth set free,
All would then feel nightmare’s pull,
Our life-force cease to be,
That is why against my head,
I now must place my gun,
Were I not strapped to a madhouse bed,
My duty could be done…
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