Twilight in Providence
Imagination’s hour
A late invitation from a disconcerting friend
The student of the dark
His eyes sunken deep
Under blotched, yellowed skin
Disfigurement of tenebrous addiction
For ten long weeks
Under laboratory lamps
Sharpening his ancient invocations
At the crest of attic steps
I behold the odd machine
Glowing with a violet luminosity
Overleaping time we travel to the stars
Enkindling a cosmic reawakening
Hurling toward infinity
Unleashing Elder Things
Inviting dark monstrosities
Calling from beyond
Attuning to the frequencies
Where daemonic shadows feed
Spectral shades encircle me
This cannot be a dream
Emanating noisome drones
The apparatus glows
Pouring forth a seething column
Of tentacled illusions
My colleague whispers furtively
With terror in his breath
Warning me I cannot move
For in these rays we are able to be seen
Unfurl the truth
These cosmic beings walk the boundaries of our world
Waves awakening a thousand sleeping senses
Inherited from aeons of evolution
Delicate torture of my whole body
Aerial ocean of light
We call them from beyond
I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity
And drawn down daemons from the stars
I have harnessed the shadows that stride
From world to world to sow d**h and madness
Space belongs to me
They are coming, they are coming