The Gods As They Are, On Their Planets - The Poet's Press
The Gods As They Are, On Their Planets - The Poet's Press
The Gods As They Are, On Their Planets - The Poet's Press
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POETICA LOVECRAFTIANA<br />
MAKER OF MONSTERS, MAKER OF GODS<br />
Birthday Verses for Frank Belknap Long<br />
How cold the sphere where all the gods are dead,<br />
How grim the prospect when the end seems near!<br />
How few deny the soul in age’s bed,<br />
Not brave enough to risk another year<br />
Outside the soothing balm of Paradise.<br />
Yet who, I ask, brings you this message bright —<br />
God’s hooded broker or a devil wise<br />
In promise, slavering to steal the light<br />
Of your assumèd immortality?<br />
Beware these masked intruders, all of them!<br />
God’s hall and Satan’s hot locality<br />
<strong>Are</strong> only a sly imposter’s stratagem.<br />
O poet good and gray, have courage still.<br />
It matters not that gods retire or sleep.<br />
We are their makers, who fashion or kill<br />
as suits us, the gods of the air or deep.<br />
No matter that your hand some days is frail.<br />
That hand has summoned monsters and entwined<br />
<strong>The</strong> earth’s sublimest beauties in a tale.<br />
No matter that the falling years unwind<br />
<strong>The</strong> scroll or turn the pages dry and sère.<br />
Poe’s Bells and Gotham’s storied steeples seize<br />
Your spirit, soaring from Providence to here —<br />
To ancient barks adrift Aegean breeze —<br />
To Mars — to plains where gods and heroes dwell —<br />
To charnel pit where ghoul contends with rat —<br />
To limelit stage where vampire victims swell<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir last aortal ebb into a bat-<br />
Deep hunger’s all-consuming rage of red —<br />
To aliens serene at crystalline gates —<br />
Robots implacable — and demons dead<br />
Until some stumbling fool reanimates<br />
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