Ectoplasm

The light is streaming out of the clouds…
The black abysmal madness is rising.
I open my eyes and see a dream.
Forgiven be this world for ever and ever.
The whisper of the unseen creatures
Dandle a cradle full of bones…
And today a pile is going
To flame up high in the altar again.
The shutters are closed,
So is the circle.
The dead are all around me
In their amorphous flesh.
My veins gradually fill with
Slimy fear.
My weak body feels
The crawling ethereal cold.
A thousand souls' cry, the Evil primeval
The quiet footsteps and roar of a thunder
My body is covered in grey clouds of smoke
Emanating the ectoplasm
I know you’re here. I know you’re close to me.
Through the inexorable dust of time
I can feel
Your breath.
Vulnerant Omnes, Ultima Necat
A path through the perished reality
Leads to forgotten catacombs of decay
The eyes will see the oozing wounds
Of the nightmares of the past
I will touch you
And cease to exist in a flash…
I hear the heartbeat
Feel the pulse of the stars
Immortal are the feelings
Wake me up…
— Lovecraft —
Slumber, watcher, till the spheres,
Six and twenty thousand years
Have revolv’d, and I return
To the spot where now I burn.
Other stars anon shall rise
To the axis of the skies;
Stars that soothe and stars that bless
With a sweet forgetfulness:
Only when my round is o’er
Shall the past disturb thy door.