mad howlings

ONCE WITH LIVID the boy made man,
with promises of life's normal span;

however spectre one becom'th when madness light,

and so now old, that grey husk now bathe in fright.

Doth the man came to fortress leave; his home deserted,

into rain and thunder of harrowed night;

his only thoughts of laughter consuming his mind--

not for once,
His only fright.

Neverending struggle 'gainst ancient tongues,

can't but for now hysterical madness obscure,

for their master, the livid of madmen, to be sure.

To Ancient lands of mythic desolation,

by pagan and common man since long forgotten

called upon through beckoning words and mad promises...

through dreams of since aeons dead;
through chants older than life demised,

..the man for his own mind--for truth of existence,

seeks those since long forgotten secrets to find.

For to find, is finally to accept,

And Insanity,
all which begets men who attempt forget,

that which should never have to know and should never be.

Prophecies of mad Arab Alhazred, be sure,

and for certain men promises, they be;

For Thee,
Read,
and see:

'That is not dead which eternal lie,

And with strange aeons even death may die.'