It’s a little rambling and definitely a little dark, but I chalk it all up to being exposed to Lovecraft, Howard, Derleth and their ilk at an impressionable age.  Whatever may be the explanation…. Enjoy!

 

On Hubris

I’d not believe had I not seen,

The thing with my own eyes.

Collapsed, my knees gone weak with fear,

Un-manned by it’s sheer size.

 

In truth no living thing should stand,

Titanic as this stood.

I rose and fled much deeper still,

Into that cursed wood.

 

As I ran on, I oft’ looked back,

At what bestrode the land.

That nightmare beast set free at last,

Released by my own hand.

 

I had been warned, would not believe,

Trust just what I could see.

The ritual, I did perform,

To call this God to me.

 

Oh now I see, now I believe,

Too late! Too late by far!

The God has come by my command,

From some dark, distant star.

 

It’s found me now, it lifts me up,

And so much higher still.

It’s inside now, inside my head,

Laughs at my my feeble will.

 

I beg for death. I pray for death,

But God has plans for me.

It grants me now my secret wish,

Grants immortality.

 

That was the thing, the prize I sought,

The prize for which I’d kill.

Yet now it’s mine, this nightmare prize,

It’s my blood I would spill.

 

The laughter of my hungry God,

Grinds at my very soul.

To know the evil that you’ve done,

Exacts a dreadful toll.

 

A billion screams, two billion more,

Damnation’s choral sound.

And through the flame, and smoke and death,

See corpses all around.

 

Now this is what, what I have wrought,

Wrought with my mortal greed.

I sought to make a God a slave,

Must pay now for my deed.

 

My lot to witness for my God,

Through all eternity.

Denied the balm, the gift of death,

Condemned, condemned to see.

 

I cast these words out to the stars,

Know not whose eye they’ll find.

Believe, believe, I beg believe!

Don’t let pride make you blind!

 

Cheers, Winston