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Posted Sat Jan 31, 2009 12:57 am...
I've been a fan of H.P. Lovecrafts works.
One of the interesting reads for me was the Necronomicon.
I still want to say he didn't write it and somebody else did after concieving his story on "The Mad Arab."
Although the story is believed false, along with the rituals within it,
I still picked it up as a nice read. It's basically a book that was "written by the mad arab adhul alhazad" on summoning the "Old Ones."
I would definately reccomend it though to anybody who enjoys any short pagan literary work by an awesome author, Mr. Lovecraft =]
One of the interesting reads for me was the Necronomicon.
I still want to say he didn't write it and somebody else did after concieving his story on "The Mad Arab."
Although the story is believed false, along with the rituals within it,
I still picked it up as a nice read. It's basically a book that was "written by the mad arab adhul alhazad" on summoning the "Old Ones."
I would definately reccomend it though to anybody who enjoys any short pagan literary work by an awesome author, Mr. Lovecraft =]
"The Spirits have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"
"The Fall of the House of Bathory"
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"
"The Fall of the House of Bathory"












