But Grandieur, Shub-Niggurath
Poem by: Mad Prophetess 1981
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Though love had dreamt of soft eternities
For Sun and Moon pulses still to mate,
Those minutes of time fly by;
When on Cthulhu I contemplate.
Breast-nippled Shub-Niggurath in ease,
She said to me at midnight: "Memories
Are all we have in the end." Dagon bitter-sweet
The doom that toiling bells of thought repeat -
This verity of Dragon Draconis Me
Wherein the sorrowful senses find despair
And the heart an iridescence fear
Filled with dark tears...
But grandieur, O Shub-Niggurath of the Black Woods,
That many a rose-lit eve remain to share,
And midnight in the unascended years,
And the Starry Wisdom unbegotten still.
Submitted: January 05, 2021
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