Up for a Lovcraftian novella? That’s what S. Lawrence Parrish has cooked up with Yog-Sothoth’s Box:
Dread C’thulhu longs to embrace,
those strong enough to face the face
and spill their blood, a fountain red,
to satiate the timeless dread.
The darkness spreads in search of those
whose righteous meddlings did impose
upon the Masters a prison cell.
Hear these words and mark them well.
Mankind’s apparent supremacy
over all the creatures of land and sea,
is but a myth that stifles truth.
Yog-Sothoth’s Box is all the proof
that fools need press to heart and vein
to understand this last refrain:
Heed not the limits of time and space,
for the Ageless Ones know no such place.
A warning from an ancient manuscript. An artefact. A scientist, a librarian, and a scholar. Mythos from the imagination of H.P. Lovecraft given a modern twist.
Yog-Sothoth’s Box: the darkness must be fed. . . .