Christoph Praus

Freshman - 553 Points (9/6/87 / Ireland)

In The Red Mountain - Poem by Christoph Praus

There is on top, the world,
A mountain tallest, red skied,
Black stoned fort, terrible cubed,
Wormholed deeply tunnels twist,
A yawning gap abyssal vast!

And in its bowelled grasp,
In ever darker damply maze,
In the endless pit,
It stirs wetly;

It shrieks! How it shrieks!
Another wet thump echoes,
Sliding along the nameless corridor,
Crawling, agonisingly into the light;

And the world cracks,
It's yolk red, like the skies,
And it shrieks,
Unto us all.

Topic(s) of this poem: horror

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A Lovecraft tribute.

Comments about In The Red Mountain by Christoph Praus

  • Kelly Kurt (3/30/2015 1:51:00 PM)

    ~A wonderful poem, Christoph. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

    Christoph Praus (4/13/2015 8:50:00 AM)

    Thank you for the kind words. I'd just read At The Mountains of Madness. Some of the imagery was fantastically twisted.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 30, 2015

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