This book,
This necronomicon,
A manual of madness,
The book is a key of sorts,
To the weird,
To the insane,
To the eyes beyond the stars,
The voices in the dark,
The old ones,
Each passage is a sermon,
The names within call to you,
Tentacles writhe excitedly among the pages,
They see into you,
They reach across the cosmos,
They’re coming.
Perfect description of this book. Love the fourth verse. It makes the book itself come alive and it exactly matches the experience of reading it. A well-written poem! I love it.:-)
Thank you very much for this kind comment my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin