The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

The Festival

The gibbous moon throws eldritch light
On human lice below,
To whom the truth would give such fright,
'Twere better not to know.

Down from the sky a colour falls
To turn the farmland sere,
Where rise Euclid-defying walls -
An elder god is here!

with apologies to H P Lovecraft

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