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Wormfodder — The Flute
Published: 2016-01-14 19:28:45 +0000 UTC; Views: 280; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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Folk cackle at me, for holding my earsAnd telling all bards to cease their music
For since the flute came to me, I fell sick
Now all sounds bear echo from other spheres
That grows louder when Polaris appears
And the nethermost Void works it's magic
Those nights, I scream in my run-down attic
And desperately try to shirk my fears
When the dreams came, I truly went insane
For I learned whence the flute had come to me
And knew I would soon die in utter fright
My soul to be dragged into His domain
Where horrid flutists play with profane glee
For such is Azathoth's aeonic might
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Hello Wormfodder, certainly, H. P. Lovecraft has inspired countless readers and writers to imagine worlds we can't comprehend with our rational minds. (Btw, nice job here), we are launching a project to connect a community of artists and writers that can enjoy each other's written and visual art and hopefully network to collaborate, appreciate, and inspire in the Lovecraftian tradition. Would you like to participate?
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Sure, why not. Connecting people interested in furthering literary(or other artistic) pursuits seems like a worthy goal. Thank you for your comment. If you are interested, I have more sonnets directly inspired by my readings of Lovecraft. Namely, the sonnets The Last Nightmare, The Demiurge, A Dream of the Old Ones, The Lake, and Yule Rites.
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Awesome! Thanks for your interest. We would be happy to have you on board with your work. Plase visit our website: www.cardifftabletop.com/a-cthu… and sign up. All of the rules and deadlines are listed.
We look forward to seeing your work, and good luck in the contest!
Cthulhu fhtagn,
-Justin Cardiff
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