Lord Dark Celt Bard Emeritus's blog: "Runes writ in Red"

Aye.Was a different age back then too.

More primal.Shadowy, sure.

But more real, too

Not gonna lie, we did some baaad mojo back then.

Ever wonder why octopi trigger such intense fear and loathing?

Or why the name Ry'leh still resonates even after all these "stranger aeons"?

And how did a hack from Providence know so bloody much?

There is much unseen.Much that should NEVER be seen.

Stuff not meant to be seen under a yellow sun,

Not meant to be heard by a sane mind.

These too, are in the empty spaces.

But aye.

We ruled then, in that long ago age.

Long before your ancestors descended from trees,

We rose from the very Sea itself.

Bearing madness and death like gibbering, ruined Santa Clauses.

Wielding Magicks to wrack asunder the skies themselves.

Dreaming reality into life.Or breaking it on a whim.

And you remember, even if you don't know what, or even WHY.

Oh yes.You remember.We do too.Those AREN'T rats in the walls.

And you knew that all along.

But ya bought the ticket anyways, yes?Caveat emptor, my friend.

Kinda takes the pisser outta monday night football huh?

(Dedicated to Howard Phillip Lovecraft, Aug.20th 1890-Mar.15th 1937;may your dreams be untroubled in death for they sure weren't restful in life.)