The Bottomless Well

A monastery; windowless,
On the plateau of Leng.
There is a domed chamber
Containing the golden throne
Of the High-Priest Not To Be Described.

Six blood-stained altars,
Gaping circular pit;
Down the Vaults of Zin
There the Cultists be…

Similar well and monastery,
Where the Cultists climb
Way down to the pit
Of the moss-covered well.

The Golden Spheres

A benevolent version of Cthulhu,
As the Elder Thing Kthanid;
A benevolent version of Yog-Sothoth,
As is Yad-Thaddag become.

The Hunter

A golden leaf fluttering to the ground;
In the middle of autumn it was cold.
Night was falling against the golden Sun,
Falling behind the great mountains;
Encompassing the valley.
All things seemed unnaturally perfect,
In the light of the fading Sun.

A bloodhound scuffled the leaves;
His owner followed slowly in greave.
The dog stopped in his tracks,
Giving a howl of triumph
As he found what he was looking for –
And some man jumped out of the leaves.
His clothes were ragged,
His face covered in stubble and dirt,
Not being washed for days.

The man glanced and froze;
Not a muscle in his body twitched.
The owner of the dog knew this man;
He had heard the rumors.
This men who had been looking for him;
Dressed in black from head to toe;
Around his waist – his weapons for choice.

He always found him, for a long time;
Being tricky to track, not for so long.
Running his fingers over his weapons
Grinning maliciously…

Before he knew it he was stabbed,
In his leg muscles…
Striding off into the darkness,
His dog padding softly behind
Without barking at all.

The Sun’s last rays shone over the mountains,
Giving us a last glimpse of the golden leaves
Now turned red with blood…