In his search for the eyes of the abyss
longing to see those reflections of the void
infinity became a path through dark woods
leading to a stairway carved in shadow
and all that waits beneath the unearthed crypt
All that would ever mean anything
breathed in that world away from light
with hands already reaching for him
standing in the doorway to his liberation
a world at his back
rushing by with not a single glance his way
to watch his descent into absolution
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I think I had an old H.P. Lovecraft story in my mind as I wrote this. Can’t remember what it’s called, but it’s something about a man becoming obsessed with a mausoleum he finds in the woods near his house. Creepy stuff.
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4 responses to “Unearthed”
Lovecraft is good inspiration. This definitely has that touch of ominous feeling he excelled at. Very nice!
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He certainly is. Thanks so much (:
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Creepy is always good!! ❤
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Agreed!
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