The Lost
I saw her grace
descending upon one soul after another,
I witnessed her
glory flying across the stary sky.
Her light pierced through even the darkest corner
of Shub-Niggurath's forest of her thousand young.
Her voice penetrates even the stony gates
of the ancient city of R'lyeh.
...
The Old Ones feared her...
Life is but a hopeless illusion of
men's desires
and dreams.
...
and sins...
One day she is gone.
Vanished without a trace,
but the faintest echo of her songs.
The Old Ones rejoyced.
The echo
like a shimmering,
flickering light
on the dark path that I tread.
I've seen...
the darkness,
the torment,
the unreal,
the hatred,
and the evil.
"Worry not,
the darkness together by the Great Old Ones
is no more real than our lives.
And t'll naught be enough to stop
even the dimmest of light."
Perhaps she is right.
...
I drag my body forward
while my flesh and blood shed away
ever so slowly.
I raised my bloody hand
and I whispered...
"I will not be afraid."