Vague, lightless was the vision
forced through my fractured soul.
Dark whispers warped cognition,
gaunt longings seized control.
I was eaten by a yearning,
seeking old, forbidden learning.
I was delving deep into
a somber, hidden lore,
seeking out the twisted, rotten,
maggot-eaten, long forgotten
cryptic tomes of sickly knowledge
mankind must abhor.
I see him loom, I wrought our doom.
The one who hides
behind the yellow silken mask.
The Magnum Innominandum.
After days of chanting manic,
I was drowned in scorching panic
when the one I'd summoned
with unlawful tongue arrived,
speaker for the voiceless screaming,
he who'd whispered in my dreaming.
How I wish my feeble mortal frame
had not survived.
Strange were the wonders that I'd come upon,
high was the price for the wisdom I'd won.
Dark were the beings he broke from their bind,
dead was the god that swallowed my mind.
I became unhinged at seeing that repulsive, vicious being.
Monstrous is too small a word to paint just what I saw,
and I would regret forever the success of my endeavor.
I could only stand and watch with horror-ridden awe.
Black was entity I had released,
he, the nefarious primordial priest.
Foul is the spirit whose master is blind,
yellow the mask he was hiding behind.
Soon comes the time
when our race is destroyed,
when he arrives from the listening void.
I am at fault for the horror that came,
naming the one that no one must name.