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Serious Abandon Mar 2015
Serrated dawn
Carnivorous night
Who's teeth I fear
But do not flight

I welcome thee
Cyclopean spire
Carcosian sea
Hatur's eyless ire
Becomes me

With stars of ebon twilight
and Aeons countless
Nyarlothotep's sight
I make for the Mountains
of Madness
A tribute to the author who defined my highschool years
Park Warne Oct 2020
I found a broken mirror
In the high desert at dawn
Day in front, night behind
The hard glass relaxed
Wrapped pieces around rocks and sand
Cracked mirror waves in the desert at dawn
I saw my new reflection
New from what the mirror saw
One eye the moon behind
My teeth were mountains
My tongue a lizard tail that was there and gone
My nose a scorpion
Bug lips
With cactus hair

When my moon eye was gone
And the birds left my hair
My nose ate my tongue
My lips flew away
I became sky
Cloudless eyless sky
That sees everything

— The End —