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Where Once Poe Walked
by H.P. Lovecraft
Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,
Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
Arched high above a hidden world of yore.
Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.
Lonely and sad, a specter glides along
Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;
No common glance discerns him, though his song
Peals down through time with a mysterious spell.
Only the few who sorcery's secret know,
Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe. -
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange eons even death may die.
-- Abdul al-Azrad -
i m quite sure u are well aware of :the necronomicon...Originally posted by the Bear:That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange eons even death may die.
-- Abdul al-Azrad -
read Lovecraft since i was young.. he's one weird dude... love the stuff he writes tho'
