Incantation to be Said on the Grave of
H.P. Lovecraft
You Are Providence,
from whence
came sticky stuff
to flail against
the night.
Crawling Chaos,
Azathoth,
your metier.
Providence:
Eldritch rooftop teeth
rend the sky eternally.
Shub-Niggurath,
Yog-Sothoth,
are caught in meter.
Provide us our "black zones of
shadow" forever.
Shoggoth,
Fungi from Yuggoth,
are only meteors in time.
This
poem originally appeared in Book
of Dark Wisdom #3