Channelling H.P. Lovecraft Poem by John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)




At the Most High Temple
On the unmapped mountains



Once climbed recklessly by illuminated souls such as



Nostradamus or Louis Bellefontaine



To meet the neverending sensation



The imperceptible incarnation emitting that magnetic pull and lull



Which haunted their every waking seconds and vivid dreams

With its unwarranted invasion



Who many contemporary colleagues



Then viewed as touched with a trace of Darkened Lilith Madness



For when the Mighty Dagon

The mythical beast of the Deep North Sea



Heard my calls for knowledge and wisdom



Sent blowing like paper boats

Sailing through the world's silence



Of the vicious violence in the Middle East



Overflowing with prayers

Spiritually charged with erratic need



He too sent me a personal invitation

Which would lead me into a new age of transformation



To the lonely place where I lived by the raging sea

Known only to a select few

As The Shadow and The Key



The Dagon

Invisible invader of the human thalamus



The Dream Walker

Whisperer in the Darkness



Came to me in Kansas

At midnight



With lightning and thunder announcing his sudden arrival

At the Shadow and The Key



It told me deep occult secrets



Only kept in the heavily guarded vaults

Beyond the Blue Door of the Marianas Trench



Sealed by incarnations and potent harming spells

To deflect the Broken



Seething and entrenched with dark dreams seeking only revenge



It spoke of red wars

Red rivers

Broken dreams

Torn minds and souls



Power-hungry controlled pawns used by unspoken things like it



Supernatural creatures



Which create their new forms of piety by handing out subliminal lyric sheets



So they can keep the hypnotised singing their war songs



It warned me of a lady in blue



A shadow walker who would soon call to the Shadow and The Key



And offer me glorious pleasure as we laid entwined by the sea



It said chose wisely for the red wars



The red rivers of Broken Dreams and Torn minds and Souls



Would soon need someone strong



To lessen the blows from those pulling the strings



For the unseen monsters in control



Someone to soothe their pain by illuminated prose



And then with a crash of white lightning



Striking the fireplaces clock

Right in its timekeeper's small face



It was gone



The Mighty Dogan told me a time and date



She would arrive



**Idh-yaa**

**Or to some Quum-yaa**



**Cthulhu's Mate**

**The Mighty Mother or the Gothic Matriarch** 



**One of the last Great Old Ones** 



But to me

Just The Lady in Blue who with her love



Would could carry the velvety tainted baskets



Filled with the snakes of corruption that could worsen the planet's fate



**Well**

**Today's the foretold date**



And the time is tonight at eight



Sitting here by the soft sea

Warm in my refuge from the world in my beigh smokers jacket



In The Shadow and The Key



**Shall I answer the door when she knocks and be a gracious host**



Or should I ignore it and try to bring hope to the world



**By starting my new form of poetic Renaissance**



**To soothe the few when they need it the most** 





Copyright John Duffy