Prehuman Shapes
And at last from inner Egypt came The strange dark One to whom fellahs bowed; Silent and lean and cryptically proud, And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame. Throng spressed around, frantic for his commands, But leaving, could not tell what they had heard; While through the nations spread the awestruck word That Wild beast followed him and licked his hands. Soon from the sea a noxious birth began; Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold; The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled Down on the quaking citadels of man. Then, crushing what he chanced to mould.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. Then the Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth would flame... and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
...is the Lord of the Wood, even to... and the gift of the men of Leng... so from the wells of night to the gulfs of space, and from the gulfs of space to the wells of night, every the praises of Great Cthuluhu, of Tsathoggua, and of Him Who is not to be Named. Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-niggurath! The Goat with a Thousand Young! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young! And it has come to pass that the Lord of the Woods, being... seven and nine, down the onyx steps...(tri)butes to Him in the Gulf, Azathoth, He of Whom Thou has taught us marv(els). ..on the wings of night out beyond space, out beyond th... to That whereof Yuggoth is the youngest child, rolling alone in black aether at the rim... ...go out among men and find the ways thereof, that He in the Gulf may know. To Nyarlathotep, Might Messenger, must all things be told. And He shall put on the semblance of men, the waxen mask and the robe that hides, and come down from the world of Seven Suns to mock... (Nyarl)athotep, Great Messenger, bringer of strange joy to Yuggoth through the void, Father of the Million Favoured Ones, Stalker among... There are mighty cities of Yuggoth great tiers of terraced towers built of black stone like the specimen That came from Yuggoth. The sun shines there no brighter than a star, but the beings need no light They have other subtler senses, and put no windows in their great houses and temples. Light even hurts and hampers and confuses them, for it does not exist at all in the black cosmos outside time and space The black rivers of pitch that flow under those mysterious cyclopean bridges things built by some elder race extinct and forgotten before the beings came to Yuggoth from the ultimate voids. There are mighty cities of Yuggoth great tiers of terraced towers built of black stone That came from Yuggoth. The sun shines there no brighter than a star, They have other subtler senses, and put no windows in their great houses and temples. Light even hurts and hampers them, for it does not exist at all in the black cosmos outside time and space.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
They talked to me last night and told me things that I dare not repeat to you. I heard them above the dogs, and once they were drowned out a human voice helped them. they want to take me off alive, not only to Yuggoth, but beyond that away outside the galaxy and beyond the last curved rim of space.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Out in the mindless void the daemon bore me, Past the bright clusters of dimensioned space, Till neither time nor matter stretched before me, But only Chaos, without form or place. Here the vast Lord of All in darkness muttered Things he had dreamed but could not understand, While near him shapeless bat-things flopped and fluttered In idiot vortices that ray-streams fanned. They danced insanely to the high, thing whining Of a cracked flute clutched in a monstrous paw, whence flow the aimless waves whose chance combining gives each frail cosmos its eternal law. "I am His Messenger," the daemon said, as in contempt he struck his Master's Head.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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It was an All-in-One and One-in-All of limitless being and self ---not merely a thing of one Space-Time continuum, but allied to the ultimate animating essence of existence's whole unbounded sweep---the last, utter sweep which has no confines and which outreaches fancy and mathemetics alike. It was perhaps that which certain secret cults of earth have whispered of as Yog-Sothoth and which has been a deity under other names; that which the crustaceans of Yuggoth worship as the Beyond-One, and which the vaporous brains of the spiral nebulae know by and untranslatable Sign... It was an All-in-One and One-in-All of limitless beings and self ---not merely a things of one Space-Time continuum, but allied to the ultimate animating essence of existence's whole which has no confines It was perhaps that which certain secrets cults of earth have whispered of as YOG-SOTHOTH... YOG-SOTHOTH
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026