SciFi Gnoetry | .7
I guess I couldn’t help myself. After playing with LyriCloud for a post just a little while ago, I had SciFi Gnoetry on the brain, so I figure why fight it?
This one takes a slightly different tack than the previous entries, but it still works, for me.
Sources: Brave New World, Misc. Lovecraft
.7 From Williams’s Notes
and fled frantically
from a certain pair of Them
during his final forty-two days.
* * *
Reaching the oldest churchyards
there he bought the specimens,
collected for an indefinite time.
He checked his guests frequently,
the ghostly fighters
of pitch black, a mother and child.
They did not please him.
in the end
toward the abyss, his plans
toward the horrible glistening deep.
He knew it, Their lost image,
and I still half expect to see
in fiendish aspect
Their faces recorded
in the margins of the evening mist.