The GlyphsThe GlyphsThe Glyphs by Michel-le-fou
Strange glyphs upon a stone wall
The readers are confused
A time beyond our reckoning
"We were not created then."
"Indeed not. This is too old,
Too long ago."
"What of those figures?"
The figures told of creatures before our time
As old as the earth itself
Names strange and unearthly
At last, they turned to go
Cry of the JackalsCry of the JackalsCry of the Jackals by Michel-le-fou
Those who have traversed the Sahara along the Egyptian stretch and wandered through the Valley of Kings might have chanced to hear the occasional cries of jackals. They sometimes hang out near the doors of the tombs. When this writer was at the nearest resort, a traveler such as I mentioned arrived and told me and a few others that he had seen or heard a clutch of jackals at a particular tomb. Naturally, someone inquired,
"Which tomb was it? Akhenaten? Ramses?"
"I am not really sure," he replied, nervously. "Neither did I see a marking nor did my guide know."
An unmarked tomb. An unknown mummy. Something very strange was going on out there. However, I was still on holiday and had no intention to investigate. So the inquirer, Edmond Tulley, an amateur investigator who occasionally worked with Scotland Yard, felt it was incumbent to go. The journey was about two days by rover.
When Tulley arrived, he and his guide, a native Egyptian, camped and checked provisions. Cert
Heart of the Woman IIHeart of the WomanHeart of the Woman II by Michel-le-fou
What will glow like fire every night?
What will shine like the stars?
What will glimmer so brightly
That one will see it from afar?
What will have value more than precious stones,
More than silver and gold?
What has a price so dear when bought
But never should be sold?
Men, if you don't know, then ask your wives; if they don't know, then ask Puabi.
When Heaven is Angry conclusionWhen Heaven is AngryWhen Heaven is Angry conclusion by Michel-le-fou
Every cloud has a silver lining. There may be some good in the worst situations. Within moments, earth dimensional time, the storm blew me through the threshold of Hastur's dimension and back to our world. The key was, how've, still in my grasp. The storm it evoked failed, or worse, was not meant to remove it. I rejoined Ralph Compton and we returned o his house. I spent about half an hour shaking myself from that experience.
"Well, Henry , thy sy that we learn from experience. What has this experience taught you?"
"for one thing, Ralph, old boy, it taught me to beware of them Old Ones."
"Oh, absolutely don't trust them!"
"Beyond that, I learned how much power they had and something queer about Hatur. But, let's get started. There are a few places that need a storm."
We set to work combining the spells in the Necronomicon Spellbook with the key. Throughout that time, we both duly dreaded the dimensions of the storms we would conjure. Ralph offered to hol
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tenderedThe Elephant Man by BloodshotInk
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Warm loveAs we huddle together,Warm love by Unvhally
heated by the fire in our hearts,
warmth spreading through our intertwined fingers
reaching to our sock covered toes,
we sit and we think,
we sing and we dance,
we laugh, and we love.
Though neither of us know how long we will last,
We both know how far we would go
if it meant the flame stay ablaze,
the ashes stay smouldering,
and the spark stay lit in our hearts.
Jeckyl and Hydelike Jeckyl and HydeJeckyl and Hyde by ObsidianRavenShadow
they both reside
inside my walls
of flesh and bone
and with the intake
of this lethal potion
feel the fire
see the explosion
as the demon becomes unleashed
when freed from its prison
it knows no bounds
it wreaks destruction
on everyone around
it lashes and tears
with ripping gashes
and unleashed its fury
although seeming a mystery
I watch helplessly inside
yet painfully feel
of its torturous rampage
once it is free to roam
I become a prisoner
while it makes its home
inside my walls of flesh and bone
all hell breaks loose
and there’s no way to choose
a different direction
once its chosen profession
escalates to the heights
and the depths of destruction