From the Mountains of Madness
by Michael Doyle

It's difficult to say which came first
Was it feelings of fear or bloody thirst 
That moves souls beyond the edges of sadness
Pilloried by the blinding drive of madness

The dreams of men are older than Cthulhu's call
Beyond the growing shadows of the world's fall
A contemplative Sphinx sleeps for all eternity
Until the darkness grows and overcomes with urgency

Subjugating and overwhelming the resistance of mankind
Making even the strongest among mere mortals blind
Blind to the unknown heaven where abysmal gods sleep
The walls of slumber speak, grown slippery and steep

The moon grows darker, and the gods dance that night
When the shadows prevail until there is no more light
Eclipses foretell that the sensible will seek death
When the Ancient One comes to claim our last breath

Never say never, as we give way to primeval fears
We lose our way into the pools of blood and tears
Our minds are lost as we slip into our insanity
We seek to forget those things that take our humanity

There, on the borders of this world, standing on the edge
We look into the unceasing chaos just beyond the ledge
Into the terrifying vistas somewhere beyond our reality
We have stumbled into the new Dark Age beyond our safety

(c) October 2, 2024   Michael Doyle
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