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Dark Aeons

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by Z. M. Wilmot


  What Walks Under Moonlight

  The darkness of hills at the heart of midnight

  Illumined only by fading lantern’s light

  As sounds fill the darkness of the mounds and the trees

  While half-formed nightmares did never surcease

  The Elder in vain sought a path to his haven

  Ignoring his best the cry of the raven

  His footfalls unsure and his eyes never resting

  As they roved to and fro at the shadows divesting

  At the edge of dark vision and the border of fright

  And under the sway of catalytic moonlight

  The monsters of mind can take shape and form

  And rise from the ether realm of ichor and worm

  The nightmares of sleep can come out in the night

  And when one is alone bring their faces to light

  And under the blighted gaze of the moon

  The wavering dreams oft emerge far too soon

  The pebble-strewn path weaves 'tween dark mounds of earth

  The moon’s tricks of light giving strange monsters birth

  From behind the black wall of the gloomiest hill

  A horror comes forth from degenerate will

  The primordial ooze that flows onto the ground

  From the eyes and the mouth on the head of the hound

  Glows under the ethereal light of the moon

  As it stands and refuses the Elder's last boon

 

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