The moon bled, deep red reflections on the water
Yesterday's eve, where madness was only rumors
Maybe two streets down, or the cobbler's son
Before the priests, before the cross came down
Before the fires, which burned cold
Frost clawed from oceans depths, undying rise
Creatures of horrors, and blight
Ripping forth from within, tearing hosts
Something formed then, in my father's pride
It crept out, changing organs flesh to else
Growing within, stretching changing physiology
Ready to burst, I can feel it soon
Creatures lash about the night, creening
Violence against nature, a gift from elder gods
A virus, illness budding out of Bon Homme
Couldn't what be birthed, stay home?
But I could feel it, strengthening
Memories of someone else, mother's child
Flashes of night, gods falling from the sky
Swallowed by the sea, drunken until mad
My toes touched, webbing cool
I drifted, floating my eyes
Clear, studied sky, breath choking
Taste the water, breathe the sea
Back to the sea, back to the sea
A bakers wife, bread no taste for me
Husband slaughtered, black priests to see
Worship the Sea God, turn or die
To me, I found them torn
Protecting mine, I cleaved them all
My husband's eyes, between taloned nails
Drunkened, blood drugged and mad
Oh! But I wasn't alone, chaos ruled the eve
Worshippers in ****** haze, gore filled the streets
Flashing in and out, my mind sane and not
Acts became memory, desire fuel
All those that fled, unpursued
Driven by fear, only half crazed
While we devoured the town, each other
But dawn found me cowering, changed
Now my mind grows, a shadow of my lord
My body turns, gills for my lips reach
Drinking the salty sea, breathing deep
Cleansed and born, anew
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
Bustling energy of trade, fueled by wind and sea
By the bay, this town lived and died
Hauling stock, beast and trade
Commerce of lives, both benign and mine
Thousands of souls, the lifeblood of a town
Building, crating and shipping
Southward rumors of ancient gods, living in ocean deep
Too fantastic for the mind, first trickled then rain
They said, Cthulhu had walked again
Scoffing, things of myths and madness
Forgotten legends, and salty sailors' threats
But rituals pestered, beneath night and cloak
Attentions turned, as they always must
From fantastic, back to life and living
Until adrift, floating death made fall
Rumors resurfaced, cinders to flame
Dockyards without workers, migrants leave
A strange disease, visited from slave to master
From managed flame to fire, the grotesque grew
Crying of unexplained pain, watching madness spread
Freezing port, travel and even the wind
The bay lay like glass, frozen in August's heat
Neither wind, nor wave bothered the docks
And folk looked now, to the religious for bread
Of those, Christians alike
Busied with new, task at hand
I thought, we might pull through
But newcomers mingled, stole members away
Slowly churches emptied, in a span of days
As even their pantries, emptied and barren
I speak now, last fateful night
More dark than pitch, as quiet as death
A silent fire blew, giving neither heat nor light
Beams cracked, charred to ash
Before my very eyes, unbelieving and true
Foul smoke, oily and slick crept
Tendrils spilled out from the hall, I shuttered back
Those that it touched, almost gently
Fell, shuttering and breaking with plague
Gathering my wits, wife and children
We fled town, witnessing gathering horrors
Mishappen feature is friends, family terrorized our way
They had been broken, white eyes seeing naught
Flesh drained of color, ashen and sometimes crushed
Clawing at faces, a great violence to all near
A couple puking sea water, conjoined at the hip
Another opened his own gut, searching and chanting
Still more hunted, having features more akin to the depths
In the morning, as the ocean birthed the sun
I could just see, what remains of the town
In its unearthly stillness, movement caught my eye
A procession of black, marching in step
Strangely orderly, a contrast to the night
Following a symbol, a banner held high
It was then that I knew, remembered from the past
Prophecy foretold, elements of evil from lore
Stories from grand mere, meant to frighten or more
Fallen gods, cast from the stars
Slumbering, undead and yet alive
Bedded beneath, immortal in the deep
Such creatures, nightmares of another race
Gathering ours, devouring sleep
Now, awake
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
One by one, individual then group
Faces look up, shine to the sky
Elation rippled, and the town shuttered
A horrible creature, stood once more
Stepping from the sea, building beneath foot
Timber to toothpick, stone ground to sand
It stretched, edge of horizon to edge
Wing tips ripped the sky, lightning crashed
It's eyes, madness dripped from dark orbs
Claws tips fingers, hung on heavy arms
Muscles grew and gathered, ignoring effort
As it dragged tails, seaweeds barnacled and old
It had come to Bon Homme, as legends foretold
Villagers succupiants now, of purest joy; driven mad
Tearing at their hair and flesh, screams announcing its rebirth
It cast its eyes west, as if it's gaze focused on a desire
And it's head turned, toward sea once more
Almost reluctant to leave its womb, cold embrace
It's mouth bellowed, no earthy sound
Tentacled fingers around its mouth, stretching; writhing
That sound, not heard but shattering minds
Eyes began to bleed, then run down
Ichor down faces, ruined with black
Ears drained, sick yellow
One by one, individual then group
As this God strode, once more
Dropped, lifeless bodies shone
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
She walks in circles
ever confused in this life
in the grips of fear.
~ by Mercurychyld
(Aka Maria E Labbe)
Copyright 22 Feb 16
Tuesday
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
My breath caught, frozen in July
Summer's heat, couldn't draw near
Such was the sight, broken before me
Crouching, ******* the earth
The town broken, lay before me
Radiated in charcoal end, smoking embers
Centered around, spoked out
Once standing proud, a church
Only its brass cross now, tombstoned
Precious packaged, I circled
Searching for life, not charred remains
Either eluded me, ash rained
I crept, grey cloaked and hidden
Strange stories, whispered on mens lips
In homes lit brighter, the night seemed darker
Far East, something had risen
Had cast of ill formed shells, shrugged
Minds and bodies, bent strange
My destination, unsurvived
This brimstone eruption, complete
Little but a frame, withered home
Sifting through wreckage, human and debris
The hand was there, stiff and curled
Wearing the ring, but not a ring
Sawn, not touched
The hand, with me
As well, the ring
In its place, less burdened
The package, placed
Payment for, left handed thief
Spending moments, no less
I sought the church, devoid of life
Additional promise, hidden away
It's timber splintered, crushing
Burned from within, cries on the wind
Its doors had been barred, broken in
Protecting souls, blacken, wooden and thin
Strange symbols, golden jeweled, silver skinned
The Hanging God, crucified and crowned
Such as gods may, none were saved
Children, babies and mothers alike
All tortured by flame, fire
Treasure, reburied in hold
Leather bound, and square
And the thief, hand ring
I redonned cloak, boot and stick
Wrapped in grey, clinging to shadow
With twightlite falling, sped foot
Far from this place, burned to soot
Too many human, blooded and torn
But most haste, those dead and unhuman
I watched close the shadowed, deep
Fearing to be followed, more; unsleep
Seeking to deliver unholy, but my soul keep
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
Her voice was poetic, such a bard may be
From my half drunk haze, I wandered
Looking up, she wasn't much a girl
She was tugging at sleeves, begging a scrap
A tale she spoke, of tears and madness
Bending any ear, that a bit might try
Throughout the night I puzzled, pieces
Of stricken towns, all easterly
Her father sickened, a cousin liken
The story beg curious, draining my enibe
Time wandered, much as patrons do
The little girl was found, by my side
Tossing her gold, she began
But to my sober eyes, she cringed
For her story, more than passing;
(She began)
Of her life, when cornered
I wanted it in whole, not beggary
Heir to dirt, spoken in small words
It was true, witnessed event
Beyond her small mind, driven slightly mad
The story twisted, tangents borne by emotions
It crept through the village, she lived
Affecting old and young, alike
A plague of the mind, before the body
Those slim recovered, as she was one
Say nightmarish creature, devoured the sea
Looming and tentacled, shelled crowned but flesh
Pillaged her mind, linking to others
Voice minds so loud, drowning her screams
Others clawing, burning their ears; carving flesh
Murderous intentions, toward husbands and wives
Children flailing, glimpsing lives to come
Wailing, the chaotic violence of the flesh
Slowly at first, the story was drawn
In her little voice, lost its pan
Confession came, through her tears
Sins not yet committed, a life hers to be
Memories of pain, unbroken fate
Suffrage of life, before ones age
I sipped rough mead, ordered food for her tale
Half listening to story, feeling the looming
A creature seeing us, omniscient from her eyes
She went on for hours, spent
Others draped, across table and chair
Unconscious from sleep, or dark in drink
On and on, the story unfolded
This shadowy entity, closer for sure
It's name unspoken, but knowing me here
The key (she said), it needed a door
It said, spokeless to her mind
And the tale, must be told
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
In a moment, all had changed
We sat, as many might
For dinner, late
Rolls and peas, plus a bit of meat
Once a week, we fared better than many
It came like a wave, rolling
From the east, if facing east
I know for at my table, I looked north
But felt the change, weary my bones
I saw my wife, her eyes blue
Deeply light blue, almost gray
I saw her **** eyes changed green
Struggled, she breathed
Then the wave, took one after another
I felt it pass, emotions tumbling at once
She seen something, hidden
Miles away, blocked from sight
From behind stone walls, as we prayed
Then, the ****
She howled, we all whimpered
For the madness, overwhelmed
Contagious, it spread
I heard it first, bringing me back
From neighbors, less distant and west
Snapping me back, to see her
Gnashing, breaking her teeth
Pulling and ripping, hair
She flailed, grasping a fork
Stabbing our children, one to another
Before I could move, inhumanly fast
As they cowered, deep in rising fear
Not of her, but of the emotions rippling
From distant and far, but always east
I struggled, when she came at me
Flinging my arm up, warding her off
My knife came up, involunteerily
Then it dimmed, although
Some great beast, gathered it's rage
In some great birth, then awareness
It pulsed, lower now
Like humming, out of mind
Letting us know, a god now strode
We could feel it, where it looked
It's attention, driven us mad
And now, we live in its shadow
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
A great bubble rose
Rose, but didn't break
From the depths of the salty sea
I watched it from my sprire
As it had, every day
Rose, but never broke
Like giant fish, or beast
Pushing up from the deep
The water displaced, rose
As spectators stood
Then, daily spread norm, wain
Novelty lost, still it rose
Until all but I, left their ways
Secluded, solitary towered life
Stranded here, I watch it rose
The boats of this town
Sail around the great dome, rose
Set to fish, bring them home
But today, I saw, surprised
A horror, take ship, rose
Splintering rails, plank and souls
A creature from beyond
Nightmarish, tentacled, darkness
The sea, arose
I called for my son,
Bring warning, rose
The town, the town!
But my son, ignored
Too bothered by elderly blood, rose
I shuttered my window,
Lighning broke, blossomed
A cracked sky, rose
As the creature, turned to Bon Homme
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Red mist that night
Unholy still
Our ships pins marring
That ocean like glass
For the wind, all at once, had died
I strode the deck, bashing heads
As I must, such as men were
Loosed sails that might
May a breeze sort the lot
Twilight had broke
The first sight to fix me,
My dearest new maiden wife
Bon Homme she stayed
Small miles west, whaling I must stay
The next, stole my breadth
The whole of the ocean rose
Blending both sky and sea
Where one began I could not tell
But it's glass caught us up
Brought us high, fearing to tip
From wince it's cresting
The very sea brought to waste
Screaming to lash sail
The words strangled my throat
I could see them come
Not one at first, but sprang
Many as though they were the sea itself
Tearing at decking, board and man
Destroying, in mad waste
A mass of scrabbling death
The ocean bubbled, cursing its own fate
Each parts aquatic fish,
The dead men of a thousand years
Drowned, and undead
Grasping, ripping, and tearing at life
In a moment I was thrown
From faithful decking
Knocking myself senseless upon the spar
Suddenly in the cold
To my men, in lifeboats tossed about
Creatures, rose around us
Twice the height of man
A guffaw, almost laughter
Before they opened mouths as one
And cast their eyes upon us
Behind their voices
Like chirping of birds
All black of wing
A song, barely heard
Just beyond its words
With a menace of despair
Too grand for comprehension
The night darkened
As the stars winked out
One by one
The entities, became one
Tor'd Ul d'Chulp
It bleed my ears as it spoke
The ocean boiled around my little boat
Inward I cowered when it spoke it's name
It seemed to straighten
If something of such great height could
And turned away
Our crew of six, nightmarish awe
Our lifeboat then thrown about in its wake
At which point, men screamed
I know, for I was among them
Not for our lot, now with the sea
But for what we witnessed
Birthed from the deep
Striding toward our homes
The village of Bon Homme
We knew would be gone by morn
Knowing naught what befallen us
Only the fate of those to come
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC
Lithe of body, twist and perform
Narrow waisted wasp
Flit your wings
Shimmer like smoke in light
Golden skin cascades
Dancing across muscles, move
Longest dark hair, trailing
movements, round and round
Seductive eyes,
See but never meet
Hips grinding Spanish beat
Toes spin, dance the heat
Hot, humid in the night
The audience sweats
Drops drip, for her
Soaking the wheat
Dance, snake dance
Find meat to eat
Show strength, fuel
Slay witch
Dark stones cage your floor
Keep you where
There, there, and here
Sing, lusting unveiled desire
Fingers bleeding
Decorating, pushing the air
Falling on blind eyes, deaf ears
Only not to see, or hear
The wind plays your music
Drums in the still trees,
Rocks split in the night
Beating rain begins to pour
Thunder pounds to your whip
Lightening from your eyes
Rage shaking, sensual beast
Focus, grinding dance
Light on foot,
Bent at knee
Arms out flung
Weaving hair, she
Around the tempest
Shaping storm
From singular dance
To eat men's hearts
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC