Journal Times Article

  The Racine Journal Times ran an article asking readers to answer five questions regarding their hobby. I responded to their query and they ran the article on New Year's Day. The photograph below was taken by Scott Anderson, a photographer from the Journal Times of me and my Great Cthulhu Horror Clix miniature.

R'lyeh

R’lyeh

Hidden in the ocean’s depths

Away from human eyes.

A city lies beneath the waves

Away from starlit skies.

Few men have ever seen this isle

And gone away still sane.

The angles there work on the mind

And try to warp your brain.

At the top, a great door sits

As the entry to a tomb.

But it would be more correct to say

That it’s Great Cthulhu’s womb.

When the stars are right again

Cthulhu will be free.

And he will then rule all the world

In perverse depravity.

So if some day you’re on a boat

Enjoying the light of day.

Perhaps you’d like to visit him

In the corpse city of R’lyeh.

Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper

Jack the Ripper lived in London

Late in the 1880’s.

He was known throughout the land

As the killer of scarlet ladies.

He roamed the streets in dead of night

Giving harlots such a fright

Before they died beneath his knife.

Catherine Eddowes, “Long Liz” Stride

Many others also died

When they met with Jack the Ripper.

Jack the Ripper, Jack the Ripper

With his knife so sharp.

Had a touch more delicate

Than one who plays the harp.

Who is he, this mastermind?

It won’t be known for the rest of time.

Dementia

Dementia

Wailing, screaming, howling in the night.

I toss and turn in abject fright.

The terror of nightmares had come upon me.

Scenes of revulsion were all I could see.

Arms and legs and pools of blood

I was standing waist deep in the sickening crud.

Try as I might, I couldn’t get free.

Those goddamn arms kept pulling at me.

As they pulled me deeper, the fear in me grew.

I’ll drown for sure in this pit of goo.

Suddenly, I awoke with a start.

I hit my head. Oh how it did smart.

Up from my bed, oh how I did spring.

I was up until my alarm did ring.

The Dream Malefic

The Dream Malefic

I dream the Dream Malefic.

A dream of terrors to come.

A nightmare to society.

A little of the old red rum.

I am the part malignant.

A part most black and vile.

Can you see me lurking there

Behind his cryptic smile?

I am his heart of madness.

The harbinger of hate.

The keening of the banshee

That foretells your final fate.

Such is the Dream Malefic.

The dream of terrors to come.

A fantasy for most.

Dark reality to some.

Azathoth

Azathoth

Insane piping

Distant flutes

Writhing chaos

Absolute.

Heart of Madness

Idiot god

Blind behemoth

Unnatural, odd.

Destructive power

Horror wrought

The Daemon Sultan

Azathoth