On site of this forgotten Babylon
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in this annihilated place
What strange creature’s kin
to inhuman race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells
Uncanny things creep
and scurry in forgotten realms
where Poseidon reigns in dark
crumbling cathedrals built
to worship cryptic gods from
outer voids darkest empires
What hell is this of undiscovered divinities
Babylon burns as nations
of man conspiring to touch
the face of an imperfect god
sink to depths deeper undefined
What afterbirth of leviathan
hide in secret chambers
plot damnation to human minds
insanities spawn monstrosities
that doom mens soul and break their realities
In sight of this forgotten Babylon
Along a desolate Mesopotamian shore
What powerful unrecorded species
dwell with in this annihilated place
Where strange creatures akin
to the human race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells
Ode to Lovecraftian lore…
Methinks all antediluvian Love was
Whiter than snows atop higher tors;
And with more troth dudes did kiss
Purer maidens for pleasanter bliss.
I deem Art shortly after Noah’s Ark
To have been of better-spun spark;
And bards of far more sublime quill
Did indite with stouter metered skill.
Niftier lines which Columbus hymned,
On virgin voyages to terrains deemed
By soil-tilling mortals uninhabited yet;
Such ditties do dim both fear and fret.
Tighter Calvary Faith as Bunyans
Prisoners fell in Hades' vile plans,
Wet-toweling martyrs' spirits bold,
Felt saltier with truer saints of old.
Daintier Oratory and Polemics alike
Did with indeed finer Lincolns spike;
Notches less finessed minions today,
Such steadily sorrier contrasts betray.
An anathema, a curse much worse
Long before the pope's decree
Everyone goes astray and stays that way
Antediluvian forces are hard at work
Born without army uniforms on
To never die
A quirk built into human nature survives
To restore order to its rightful place today
Enlightened by ancient night light
Don't ask why
No one can say Antediluvian
Without a smile
Praying for the good old days
Where God was on the other side
Of the flood, of blood, of love
How distant we've become
Ancient friend
You wandered far
You've lost yourself
Somewhere
nether side
Restore again
That we may never forget
In dusty books of yesterday
Fragile pages
our antediluvian story...
How distant we've become
Ancient friend
You wandered far
You've lost yourself
Somewhere
nether side
Restore again
That we may never forget
In dusty books of yesterday
Fragile pages
our antediluvian story...
Written by my husband Thielus.
A. Green
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