“Cosmic Horrors”
from beyond the outer ring
the darkness between stars sing
praises to our yellow king
writers, painters, sculptures, compose his cult,
crating masterpieces that bring men’s minds to a halt,
with imagery of Carcosa’s scars filled with sea salt
the mind is a fragile thing with depths deeper than the darkest pool
in which the entire universe is contained with silver spool
and twined together by the dancing fool
sights so dim and bleak
move as quickly as a streak
can be missed in a blink
cosmic horrors all around
some up in the sky others under ground
seek to be left unfound
still we seek to unravel the great mysteries
as if they were some sweet pastries
instead we loose our minds to the grotesque masteries
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