For day two, a tribute to one of my all-time favourite writers.

H. P.  LOVECRAFT

In Innsmouth town the folk are strange,
Have been these many years.
The town is shunned by decent folk,
Afraid to face their fears.

In Arkham ancient evils dwell,
In books of arcane lore.
On summoning and sacrifice,
And Gods of long before.

Weird colours shine and creatures stalk,
On dark and and moonless nights.
And everyone who dwells near there,
Has seen the witchy lights.

Though Lovecraft’s gone these many years,
His nightmares linger still.
His mythos lives and still it grows,
Perhaps it always will.

Had he but seen how this has grown,
He might have stayed his hand.
And lived to see Cthulu rise,
All this now Lovecrafts land.

Cheers, Winston