A Malady
AN: This is a story about an unnamed original character, written when I was ill. No Great Old Ones are mentioned by name, however, the atmosphere of horror and impending doom is, I think, Lovecraftian.
A traveler I was, an adventure-seeker,
a hunter of treasure on lands and on seas,
till I entered a forest, and felt myself weaken,
and for many a day I was wracked by disease.
I dreamed that I journeyed through darkness eternal,
In realms of horror where all fear to stray,
Till at last I awoke from the mirage infernal
to find I was alive, and that it was broad day.
And on did I journey, but no longer sought gain
and feared neither beast savage nor cultured men's laws,
for lost in the nightmare, in the hellish domain,
I had seen waiting evils, and black abysses maws...
Oh, the horror, the horror!... No man could stay sane
yet the knowledge won't save me from this cruel fate's claws.
c. 16.08.2013