During the moment

Everything will return to the darkness

Come, the dark and light spirit

Let's all join this ceremony

To once again, recreate the greatest masterpiece

Rising Phoenix

In the Summer of Love year 1968, a teenage hippie named Gregory Hamilton goes from a free love party and finds the comfort of an old abandoned house his friends find for comfort. However, he awaks to hear a noise coming from beneath him. As he investigates further he finds something that will firghten him so greatly that it will affect him throughout his life.

Away I looked, so that I wouldn't see
As I wished for that moment I were blind,
That I could leave the memory behind,
And, maybe just for one last time, be free
What god would let these aberrations be
To drill incessantly in human minds
Exploiting tantalizing fears they find
To drive their victims to insanity?
I pray for mercy coming from Death's grasp,
As I can only hope Oblivion,
Delivering me with my final gasp
Permits for the nightmare to be undone;
It's to this glimmer that my soul must clasp,
For in the end, the darkness will have won.

This is a wee vignette that appeared in my book DREAMS OF LOVECRAFTIAN HORROR, publish'd in 1999 by Mythos Books.  I have just completed work on a revised/expanded edition of the book, for which everything has been re-written.  The following is the original previous version of the vignette.  Of it, S. T. Joshi wrote, in his wonderful new book THE RISE AND FALL OF THE CTHULHU MYTHOS:

"Consider, too, the prose-poem 'Necronomicon,' which contains one of the most poignant reflexions on the psychological effects of the 'forbidden book' that any contemporary writer has produced.  [He then quotes the final paragraph of the piece.]  In this passage is a simultaneous conveyance of cosmic and psychological horror that Lovecraft himself only rarely achieved."

 I post it here as it reminds me of your logo above, the open'd tome with ye tentacles outstretch'd toward merciless cosmic nothingness.  I encourage others who like to write, or who have ever wanted to try to write, to add your own short vignettes and prose-poems concerningmythos tomes to this creative outlet.  Just let your imagination soar and write something that only you can wrire, but that is rooted in Lovecraft and the Mythos.  You may be surprised at what you come up with, and you have an audience of friends at this site.

Why do we pursue this pain?

Curiosity killed the cat and it doomed me Too.

How I no longer wish to know what is trUe.

I shouLd never Have let ignorance slip my palm.

Oh now each night I dread the new dawn.

I woUld blot my eyes to forget what I have seen.

Oh how I how I want to wipe my mind clean.

Why do we wear these chains?