Consumed by Elder Sign
Loathly Lord, watery keep Sable abyss, drowning deep Astral sleeping, dream through dream Old One in R'lyeh, breach the seam Dream encumbered Castellan of the abyssal plains Telepathic discourse with the lake of doom That mists and rolls nearby Carcosa Where another writhes beneath the moon Waiting for the stars beneath blight-cursed tides Aware that their alignment cometh soon While planets drift away through nether void Old master in the silence of the tomb (Sleeping, dreaming, waiting, fabled abyss)
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
A figure swarthy, slender and sinister Has arisen out of Egypt From the blackness of twenty-seven centuries The trinity known as Nyarlathotep Snaking its way through a river of flesh The crawling horror of Nyarlathotep Breach one mind; breach them all Telepathy, Hearken to the messengers call Combining the will of the outer Gods The most human like amongst them Though any of its other thousand forms Cannot be suffered by mortals Snaking its way through a river of flesh The crawling horror of Nyarlathotep Breach one mind; breach them all Telepathy; Bow to the wanderers call There is no peace through the gate There is no sanity at the place of judgement There is only the soul of crawling chaos And it came with messages from without
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
With that multitude of young within How thy belly must have ached And now thy teats must be engorged indeed With one thousand thirsts to slake Hear me black hoofed majesty If thou dwell yet in uncouth glade And let me adore thine offspring That the leech-god hath forbade From thy fertile womb hath sprung Behooven horde to block the Sun To roam alone in shadowed vale And cause the mortal hearts to fail Mankind traverse westward As thou left aloof to roam Cloven hoof tramp in the bracken And leave imprint in the loam When the crescent moon hath risen And the swift borne night yet young As thou heave thy mighty bosom All thine infants far art flung Shub Niggurath blessed thrice, dark queen, masterless, Four legged Belial .............
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
Five naked limbs crawling outward From a gaunt dauntless trunk without root Dream-borne stems seek nutrients With which to feed their cadaverous host Somnolent whispers be damned Branches five guarding the gates of mind Old master waits in great tomb Trunk must withstand 'gainst the astral storm Sister of the witch's foot Is a living symbol and a lock Protect us oh stark sigil The first in line for devouring Three of us clutching for holds At the five shining limbs of the sign Anchor points weaken yet hold Pray there's still some undamaged starstones Its cultists are without mind Its journey begun in star strewn gulfs It is submerged and entombed And far beyond mortal reckoning We're at its dreaming mercy We're enthralled by writhing tentacles We're drowned in its horror Our only hope is the elder sign
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
On twisting paths lofty, forgotten and out of time, we wander upon the edges Looking for a sign, a token of the Elder Gods; for a five limbed branch against doom And Hearken now, we have found it, though we have passed out of mortal thought We no longer dream for we cannot sleep and slowly are our minds devoured. We shall end soon A shadow covers our sight and with the sores on our bodies we are pitiful wretches By the reckoning of human limitation we should already have succumbed as we drool We shuffle forward and we curse all the Gods we can bring to mind and those we cannot And on these windswept heights we laugh like devils and hyenas and like dogs onward crawl That which was our hope has become our undoing as it whispers at us its horror For those it was meant to hold back are slowly, inexorably, crawling outwards and inwards Through long years uncounted have their prisons weakened as time draws out like a blade One of us carries the sign and the others him for he weighs less now than any man should Counting the days we are by cutting off the ends of our fingers, which have turned black The first of us is consumed in a screaming inferno as a light goes out inside his head He is left by the wayside amongst bracken and moss for we are too weak to build cairn We won't outlast him long as another light starts to burn out and our veins fill with lead As ours wanes its own light starts to burn ever brighter and we lay it down on the path It gibbers and moans and in a foul parody of life rights itself and stands on five naked limbs Shambling forward it speaks with the echoes of the Elder Gods in eldritch tongue As the light leaves our eyes we see it glowing and then no more: We're consumed by Elder Sign
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026
There is One borne by the Winds Soul of the tempest there within Between the worlds that howl with squalls Where the Tind'losi darkward crawl With form shaped by the gales of space Eyes carmine breach clouded face Peak of discordant five year zeal The clad in sky watcher revealed There is One born of the Winds Son of the tempest there within While stormswept cultists haunt on high He is drawn into the sky
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026