Lovecraft's Neighbour

Unfinished, but got tired of thinking of words to rhyme.

I remember that dreaded man
And when this nightmare all began
When he moved into that house, that infernal tomb
That sickly being, his whole demeanour was filled with gloom.
I had whiffs right away of his sinister plan
To bring about the neighbourhood's doom.

The house next door would occasionally creak and groan
I could hear something in his flower garden occasionally moan
I swear I could see images that kept my frantic imagination well fed
Creatures and vegetation that filled me with dread
Blades and chisels and blood and bone
Nightmares and horrors that kept me from bed

Then came that stench, that smell of ghastly rot
I thought I'd be ready for the worst rather than not
From walls of the house there began to leak a vaporous haze
And when I peeked out the window I often caught his terrible gaze
I witnessed his fading flesh, the colour of snot
I saw the sky above his house, an ebb of a fiery blaze

Enough was enough, we were witnessing Hell
I was not the only concerned neighbour that could tell
We formed a quick mob and marched purposely to his gate
We brought pitchforks and torches to deliver him to his fate
To end this man who embodied everything most foul
The man with his evil property, filled darkness and hate.

Being careful and not knowing what was in store
We politely and tactfully kicked down his front door
There in his chair, calmly Lovecraft sat
His legs crossed elegantly and stroking a giant rat
He said: “You think you've seen enough, but prepare to witness more.”
A boulder then came out of the roof and squashed the men flat.

There I was left shivering to fend on my own
Never in my darkest dreams had I ever felt so alone
I plucked up my courage, and pointed a pitchfork to his face
And said: “Demon, of you upon this earth there shall be no trace.”
His evil complexion immediately turned to stone
Then he reached behind his back and pulled out a mace.