[stylist] New poem--Cane of Cchulhu

[Jacobson, Shawn D]

OK

I got tired of being blocked, so decided to scribble down a poem for what it's worth.

And here it is.

Shawn

Cane of Cchulhu

Surely elder gods
who dwell in deepest darkness
do not walk by sight

Cchulhu it is said
lives in utter darkness
in stygian caves or lightless voids
in realms beyond the ken of man.

And so what would this creature know of light
to it as alien as is blindness
to those who see and trust in sight alone
happy in their normal suppositions.

So should Cchulhu walk our mundane ground
what then could help to navigate our ways
a cane perhaps to help him on his way
through the intricacies of the lands we take for granted.

And what then of this soul,
nether living in sight or blindness
surrounded by a mighty unseen host
by Gods and monsters alien to my nature.

Then should I seek Cchulhu's cane.
So as to walk with barrowed confidence,
the ways of light and darkness
all of the worlds in which I dwell.

I do not walk by sight
for I to live in darkness
in need of guidance.