. A chain of lights lead off into the distance, illuminating little but so bright in their own world. Along an old animal track to a standing stone ancient in peaceful repose, a family sigil, weather worn by time, proud of its place marking the passing of aeons. The light blinks out and darkness falls like a drape of lightlessness, and the Crest crackles, miniature lightning caressing the old frigid stone. Waiting.
Beware for when the stars align, R'lyeh will suddenly appear
and Cthulhu will revive his subjects
To rule this Earth once more
Cthulhu, the powerful, ancient, and he who knows all
Come and heed his call
He speaks telepathy to those who will listen
Come, Cthulhu, your child awaits
To hear your voice and spread your message
To those who don't believe
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far." - H.P Lovecraft
If Mankind perished: Exterminated cataclysmically Like the dragon dinosaurs, How long would our cities stand? How long before our cars rusted And buildings toppled, To leave the odd dam or pyramid Poking through the tangled jungle mass? A few hundred years they say. Then nothing. All gone.
Yet have such holocausts Blighted Man before Back through those swirling mists of time, Thousands of years ago? Great civilisations built by clever men and women, Only to be dashed to the ground By who knows what. Atlantis and much more. Advancement cruelly culled.
For Man, Like the world, Is much older than we thought Or think. Some say that aliens helped us build Those ancient wonders. Yet maybe we should cast away this Self – effacing view: Acknowledge that We did it all Ourselves.