Continuing a theme,
or rather a mote of an idea
from yesterday, what
would you say if,
hypothetically after all,
you found yourself perched,
hunched maybe,
in the realm of the many
Elder Horrors?

Now, not all of them
are as well known
as stars you may find
on pavement in Hollywood,
but all have a certain
joie de vivre about their
unspeakable cosmic maligned
forms!

Dhugonave has always been
a personal favourite,
mixing psyche breaking form
with stunning floral pastel
outfits, always kitted out
for the right occasion. How
do they keep up with fashions?

And do not forget that while
a simple glimpse of Yewntentha
will shatter your mind into
fragments as small as atoms,
and render you a broken
vessel for possession, she does
make a mean playlist and all
functions to which she has DJed
have been rated extremely
favourably.

Alas, I am babbling about
deities as I myself stand
within their circle of influence
(it is a really pretty motif
of endless terror that they put
into these colourful tiles I see
beneath my quaking feet)
and I must go for they
have requested an audience,
and I did not receive
a copy of the agenda.