Azathoth

Hideous Name

Maddening drums. Darkness in their beat.

Ever-present without single feat.

Flutes shriek their echoed tunes.

Melody carves forgotten runes.

In ears of nucleus shall it meet.

The Cosmic Chaos, as you will find,

Indeed has consciousness, although blind.

Great power held by fool;

Even joke can well rule.

For why should reason light monarch's mind?

Reviews

[Constant]

Short and simple, yet certainly conveys Azathoth's being in excellent madness. Nice little Lovecraftian gem you have here!

[Todenpuhuja]

Thank you. To be honest, I did not expect anyone to review my work anymore, because I have not been active here for ages. How exactly did you even find the text?

[Constant]

I was searching the 'lovecraft' tag. Hard to find very much good Lovecraftian writing on here!