There are many who know H. P. Lovecraft for his fiction, but many do not know that he was a poet as well. In line with my theme of altered reality I wanted to share this. It comes from his poem Nemesis and is the excerpt which starts Lovecraft’s last work The Haunter of the Dark. This line always chilled me as I think of the vast cosmic scope of the universe and what could possible be out there in the void.
I have seen the dark universe yawning,
Where the black planets roll without aim;
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.
Thoughts?
Horror Struck 