A little foreword:
This poem was written by me and was corrected/complemented by Mike. We drew our inspiration from Lovecraft's books that we adore much. If you've never ever read them, do so before proceeding, or you'll loose half of the fun.
HORROR IN THE MANSION
We were lying in our bedroom,
Simply talking to each other,
Talking of our mutual past days,
Thinking not about the future.
Then you hugged me tight and whispered,
"I had heard something unusual."
"Go and check it," you demanded,
I obeyed and thus departed
Having taken just an oil lamp -
'Twas a dark and creepy evening.
I then searched the bloody mansion,
But found nothing, nothing, nothing.
I returned to you and told you,
"Baby, there's no need to shiver.
It saw nothing in the mansion
That could frighten you, my darling."
You were silent, but your eyelids
Still were trembling - you were frightened.
***
Time passed slowly; soon again you
Took my hand and whispered quietly,
"Don't you hear him? Don't you feel him,
As he rages in the darkness,
It's the zephyr from the swamplands,
It is here, behind our windows.
Listen carefully, my sweet one,
It's the willows by the river,
They don't want us sleeping calmly,
They are rustling wild and angry.
We disturbed some force, they're saying!
If we stay it will devour us!
It's the waters of the river,
They are raging, they are bubbling,
They command us to abandon
This foreboding hoary dwelling!
Or, they say, we will be punished!
Or, they moan, we'll suffer greatly!"
I put on my clothes abruptly,
And I left our cozy bedroom.
I proceeded to the garden,
It was cold there but not windy,
Not a slightest breeze. The treetops
Were just ordinary treetops.
And the dark and ancient willows
Stood like silent granite statues,
And the murky river waters
Flew in standard quiet fashion.
Everything was just as always,
Nothing happened in the garden.
As I came up to our bedroom,
You shrieked frighteningly at me.
"It is here, in our mansion,"
You screamed bursting into tears,
"It is here now, don't you feel it?
It is here! It came to get us!
We should not have come to Innsmouth!"
You continued in great horror.
"This was wrong from the beginning!
This mistake... It can be fatal!
I can feel the evil monsters
Lurking at our bedroom threshold!"
I stepped closer to console you,
But you moved away in terror!
"Now I see," you cried, "you're also
One of them, of loathsome creatures!
You're possessed by ancient demons!
Go away and do not touch me!"
You ran out of our bedroom,
Screaming dashed towards the staircase
But you slipped and started falling
Damn, I failed in trying to catch you.
I rushed down, I cried, "My darling!",
But you were no longer breathing.
***
Sheriff Marsh paid me a visit -
I had called him in the morning.
Guess, it's strange: he asked no questions;
The policemen took your body.
"It's an accident," I told them -
As it was. And they believed me.
Night has fallen over Innsmouth,
I am sitting in our bedroom,
Lonely in the empty mansion.
Weeping over you, my loved one.
What is that? Do I hear noises
In the garden? So unusual...
Wasn't that macabre? Mwa-ha-ha! Kaa nama ftagn Cthulhu! Oops... I meant R&R! :)
This poem was written by me and was corrected/complemented by Mike. We drew our inspiration from Lovecraft's books that we adore much. If you've never ever read them, do so before proceeding, or you'll loose half of the fun.
HORROR IN THE MANSION
We were lying in our bedroom,
Simply talking to each other,
Talking of our mutual past days,
Thinking not about the future.
Then you hugged me tight and whispered,
"I had heard something unusual."
"Go and check it," you demanded,
I obeyed and thus departed
Having taken just an oil lamp -
'Twas a dark and creepy evening.
I then searched the bloody mansion,
But found nothing, nothing, nothing.
I returned to you and told you,
"Baby, there's no need to shiver.
It saw nothing in the mansion
That could frighten you, my darling."
You were silent, but your eyelids
Still were trembling - you were frightened.
***
Time passed slowly; soon again you
Took my hand and whispered quietly,
"Don't you hear him? Don't you feel him,
As he rages in the darkness,
It's the zephyr from the swamplands,
It is here, behind our windows.
Listen carefully, my sweet one,
It's the willows by the river,
They don't want us sleeping calmly,
They are rustling wild and angry.
We disturbed some force, they're saying!
If we stay it will devour us!
It's the waters of the river,
They are raging, they are bubbling,
They command us to abandon
This foreboding hoary dwelling!
Or, they say, we will be punished!
Or, they moan, we'll suffer greatly!"
I put on my clothes abruptly,
And I left our cozy bedroom.
I proceeded to the garden,
It was cold there but not windy,
Not a slightest breeze. The treetops
Were just ordinary treetops.
And the dark and ancient willows
Stood like silent granite statues,
And the murky river waters
Flew in standard quiet fashion.
Everything was just as always,
Nothing happened in the garden.
As I came up to our bedroom,
You shrieked frighteningly at me.
"It is here, in our mansion,"
You screamed bursting into tears,
"It is here now, don't you feel it?
It is here! It came to get us!
We should not have come to Innsmouth!"
You continued in great horror.
"This was wrong from the beginning!
This mistake... It can be fatal!
I can feel the evil monsters
Lurking at our bedroom threshold!"
I stepped closer to console you,
But you moved away in terror!
"Now I see," you cried, "you're also
One of them, of loathsome creatures!
You're possessed by ancient demons!
Go away and do not touch me!"
You ran out of our bedroom,
Screaming dashed towards the staircase
But you slipped and started falling
Damn, I failed in trying to catch you.
I rushed down, I cried, "My darling!",
But you were no longer breathing.
***
Sheriff Marsh paid me a visit -
I had called him in the morning.
Guess, it's strange: he asked no questions;
The policemen took your body.
"It's an accident," I told them -
As it was. And they believed me.
Night has fallen over Innsmouth,
I am sitting in our bedroom,
Lonely in the empty mansion.
Weeping over you, my loved one.
What is that? Do I hear noises
In the garden? So unusual...
Wasn't that macabre? Mwa-ha-ha! Kaa nama ftagn Cthulhu! Oops... I meant R&R! :)