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Cthulhu Haiku
Cthulhu What ?
There was a Web site somewhere that had a rotating collection
of haiku in the Cthulhu
mythos, a mythos started by H.P.
Lovecraft, an odd little American horror writer of the early 20th century.
Well, yes, it's pretty obscure, and haiku in this genre is even more obscure.
But the Web site had a place to submit your own, so I did. And I never
saw them again. No doubt they sunk beneath the stygian depths.
Anyhow, here they are again, as if from the shunned memory of a foetid
dream, along with contributions from readers of Plurp
on the edge of sanity.
Late breaking news!
The site referred
to above did indeed record our meager contributions to the burgeoning
genre of Cthulhu haiku, even protesting,
many months later, about our shameful neglect. Do go visit
them for their astonishingly large collection of Cthulhu haiku!
The following are my own mad ramblings.
Small the fearful minds
Who cannot feel the oceans
Rising with new tides
Formalhaute rises
Old pieces fall into place
And the oceans roar
How odd, those round eyes
That follow me as I leave;
Best not to ask why.
I sink quietly
Cold waves above the dark depths
At last to meet them
Strange forms in the night
Murmuring in the waters
Why these sleepless dreams?
Leaves rustling oddly
Whippoorwills in the dark trees
I hear them calling
Nothing will stop them
These half-seen, nameless horrors
Nor death bring relief
The madness awaits
A scream upon the waters
Cthulhu f'tagn
Below are contributions from the less than sane things that lurk in
Plurp.
Sanity recedes;
The Unseen Watcher watches,
Blinkless, eyeless sight.
Old is the strange hiss,
Whispers on the wind sing of
things yet to return.
Beyond the edge of
night lies the darkness too deep
to ignore -- deep fear
Stars align -- deepness shakes
Things beyond the world
Waken and call
My eyes blinded by
my wan hands still see the
horrors I now fear
The drooling piper
gnawing at the heart of time
your next-door neighbor
Tentacles arise
Fear all over the planet
Time to say goodbye
Ancient wings flutter
In Dark
Corners of the Earth.
This is not a game.
Terrifying dreams,
I gibber like a madman.
Soon they will arrive.
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