Right, this is what I've been working on for a while recently - by far and away the longest poem I've ever composed, by I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. It's my first serious attempt at something quasi-Lovecraftian, so I've dedicated it to the great man himself.
Metaphysic
In Memoriam H. P. Lovecraft
I have wandered the paths of the ages,
Looking ever before and behind,
From the time where the dawning fire rages,
To the point where all motion’s confined,
To the point where the Universe falters,
And the madness oppresses my mind.
I was there when Creation created,
When existence began to exist,
When the hunger of Silence was sated,
And matter was allowed to persist,
And I wept for the sigh of the Cosmos,
For the impulse I could never resist.
I saw the void of infinity loom,
And perceived the great ocean of dust,
Where I beheld the first stars in their bloom,
And the planets a-forging their crust,
And I fled to the comforting darkness,
To think only on that which I must.
I had plunged through primordial ocean,
To outrun the corruptible air;
In the storm of that terrible motion,
And transfixed by the ominous glare,
There I salted the seas with my grieving,
As my being was wracked with despair.
In the cleft of a newly torn chasm,
In the bowels of the cavernous deep,
I saw sentient slime start to spasm,
Start to slobber, and gibber, and creep,
And like one in the throes of a nightmare,
I hoped only that I was asleep.
Oh, the weight of the eons oppressed me,
While the waters bestirred with new life,
And the long flow of time had possessed me,
When the land first played host to the strife;
I was old beyond all understanding,
When the young wars of humans were rife.
I was there when the bold Alexander,
Sought to march with his armies on hell,
I was there when an Empire much grander,
Held a third of the world in its spell,
But the worst thing of all I remember,
Is the day that humanity fell.
I have crept through the desolate city,
Through the silent and shadowy span,
Where my horror and joy fought with pity,
As I looked on the ruin of man,
And my hate for the Universe bubbled,
So I turned from the tomb, and I ran.
I have lingered on mountainous ranges,
I have skulked in the valleys of fear,
I have watched how the Universe changes,
How the radiance grows grim and drear,
And I plead and I beg to the ether,
For an end that can never come near.
I have wandered the paths of the ages,
Looking ever before and behind,
From the time where the dawning fire rages,
To the point where all motion’s confined,
To the point where the Universe falters,
And the madness oppresses my mind.
For the galaxies stop in their reeling,
As the pulse of Creation grows slow,
For the tomb of infinity’s sealing,
At the end of eternity’s flow;
Though the dust will disperse into darkness,
I can never forget what I know.
And my longing for nothingness haunts me,
Since I saw luminescence ascend,
Yet the hard dream of matter still taunts me,
Though I have felt the darkness descend,
And I rant and I rave at the Silence,
Until the end of time without end.
Hope you enjoyed it! As always, constructive criticism is extremely welcome!
