The Third Cthulhu Mythos Megapack
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That sift down from the frightened skies,
Serve here beneath the R’lyehan waves
The alien monster of our graves.
DAEMONIC NATHICANA, by K.A. Opperman
I watched as divine Nathicana
Returned to the garden of Zaïs,
The zephyr-lulled garden of Zaïs,
Where lounges the lazy iguana.
I watched her descend to her dais,
Her pink-stoned and sphinx-holden dais,
Daemonic, encrimsoned with mana,
The queenly, the cold Nathicana.
She bore on her brow red Banapis,
A crescent like horns of a daemon,
A sinful and star-fallen daemon
With eyes like deep pools of black lapis.
I longed for my long-ago leman,
In yesteryear’s labyrinth my leman,
A man who knows not where his map is,
Bewildered ‘neath blood red Banapis.
She walked on the breath blown from Yabon,
Did ebony-tressed Nathicana,
The scarlet-mouthed whore Nathicana,
At autumn, the day men call Mabon.
And over the flora and fauna—
Marmoreal flora and fauna—
She shed ruby light that looked drab on
Fair Zaïs, ‘neath Dzannin-cursed Yabon.
ASENATH, by Ashley Dioses
Her eyes, her strangely large and gleaming eyes, were dark
Against her gorgeous face and yet she left her mark
In Arkham when she met her lover. Then her claws
Sunk deep into her prey, while hiding all her flaws.
She was one of the Innsmouth Waites, from the seaport
Of such repute, infamous for the strangest sort
Of dwellers that live in the half-deserted town.
Her name was Asenath, she-devil of such renown.
At Miskatonic, she, magician, ruled the school—
Accomplishing such marvels to the eyes of fools.
Asenath professed the ability to raise storms,
And animals, beloved pets, would not, to her, warm.
She could make canines howl with motions of her hand
And then displayed, at times, remnants of knowledge banned
Or languages so singular they shocked her mates.
With winks, she would extract some facts from altered states.
She was a hypnotist and, without any shame,
She would swap forms to be free from physical frames.
By gazing at a fellow student she’d exchange
Her personality with theirs to just derange
Those so-called weaker minds and practice all her skills.
Her husband, she ensnared, was just right for her thrills.
She eyed him with a predatory air, for she
Desired his mind, his fine-wrought brain, to become free
From Asenath’s current form and gain a body near
Her form as Kamog, once a wizard that struck fear.
Her husband spoke of hideous exchanges of
Her mind, while his body summoned spirits above,
Below, and between from a Cyclopean waste.
He felt he was becoming gradually erased.
Asenath lay felled, by his own hand, in their storeroom,
Yet little did he know that that would be his doom!
She switched her mind with his while he was locked away
In Arkham Sanitarium where she would stay.
Asenath was dead so long ago for it was Fate
That would reveal she was, her father, Ephrem Waite!
THE BOOK OF EIBON/LE LIVRE D’EIBON, trans. by Frederick J. Mayer
“Sfatlicllp”
Time is figuretively ripe
Beauty true is bold Sfatlicllp image
of the socket grotto grotesque erotica
soulfulful windows arabesque dreams vintage
She possesses acute teeth vagina dentata
revealing experiences in blood storage
making one so nervous nurturing Nirvana
When the Tiger Smoked the Pipe: 1
Timeless hashish-eater eyes
forbidden bale encrusted nuptial
kinship fantastque grande pere Tsathoggua
Shathak mate nonanthropomorphical
inner courses of black spleen Zvilpoghua
ejaculation child, sire supernal
begining birthing dimension dementia
Then cosmique grand mal disquise
Timing depth climb downward cave
Voormis Venus sought akin pilgrimage
“Hyperborea beyond Hyperborea”; 2
Behold Her obstreperous passage
obscene statuesque erogenous zone vulva
bestial in furs stone site lineage
death clime ceases love is molten goddess a
Figure carnal worship crave
Timescape of stars are right type
impassion pas de deux ebon marriage
bestiaire d’ amour pregnant noir curiosa
Noctuary aphrodisiaque page
Rapture Fin de siecle whorls Massa damnata