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.

Comments
  1. Limi Jones says:

    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.:-)

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