The Ivory Tower of Madness Pt.2
Salted emerald-azure waves caress the sea-beaten cliffs across the bluffs
Strange sea in a mixed pallet of colours uneartly in design
Madman's delight to behold but that the sane would resign.
Sharpened fangs jut from beneathe the seaward arms
Retracting back beneathe the waters edge
Inward moving to form a rocky sedge
Poseidon has no sway in this far place
For the God of the Sea here has a Darker Face.
In a time before time where timelessness might have been
Lay the Crystal Worlds as yet unseen,
By human eye naught would know,
Of the Horrors that lurk below.
What craven maker would wreak such creation
This deliberate invert an abomination.
Sky is Earth and Sea is Air
That naught from there
Nor there to here
But tormented die in lunacy's fear.
Is it Azag-Thoth this world in his deafened playing make?
The whistleless tune the cosmic instrument that though it break,
Would thus destroy all Universes, and from them life would take.
Nay, T'is not The Blind One that contrived this place
Is it Nyarlathothep the God without a Mortal Face
To hold in sway this mockery of human space?
I think it not for the horrors of Nyarlathothep cannot have trace.
No Gods live here,
No Devils dwell,
Paradise is lost
As is Hell,
In this place of nothing,
Save for Madness begin to swell.
Be it that sanity were a material object,
Then insanity would be too,
This would then be the hearth of derrangement,
A most lamentable circumstance of arrangement.
Happiness is at home in the heart
Intelligence within the mind,
The soul in some secret place
property of the divine.
This world then is the gilded palace of pandemonium
Where sanity has been left far behind.