Ryleh often has technicolor dreams--occasionally with Dolby Surround Sound(tm) thrown in for good measure. This is not all unusual for him, nor are all these dreams necessarily unpleasant. In fact, on more than one occasion, they have provided him with inspiration for his poetry (reading the posts on alt.horror.cthulhu while muching down on a Pepperoni Supreme pizza washed down with Killian's Red Ale doesn't hurt his creative faculties, either!).
Several of the following poems have figured prominently in Call of Cthulhu (CoC) role-playing scenarios which Ryleh has run for his friends. Feel free to use them in your own CoC games, if you like, but please ask permission first! As mentioned elsewhere, Ryleh's pretty laid back about the whole copyright thing--but he still wants to know who's using them. That's just the way he is...
So it goes!
When the Earth is dark
And Night comes, comes the unseen,
Earthly light; the Light
From Earth to Sky, ascending--
Turning, twisting, writhing,
Bending--a misty Beacon
In the Night, a Balefire guiding,
By its light--Hastur's
Children, unclean things--come to
Us on batlike wings
Across the vast and singing Voids
Of forbidden Space.
As in Ages past, They come--
From their World dark and still to
A World darker still--
To prance and bellow, spawn and
Die beneath a gibbous
Moon. And what Man starts--with wondering
Fear--to see some vast,
Black, blasphemous Shape flit across
The Moon and hear the slow, distant
Solemn sound of leather
Wings, beat, beat, beating on the
...while Fomalhaut is rising!
This page revised 28 August 2007