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