Cthulhu's Footprints

I dream

now,

so often,

in blue green

and sea colors,

tempests flowing and

foaming at the mouth

drowning down on me

like a rage

as the mists

settle their disputes and

flit back to

the caves found in

forests that

lay just out of sight.
I saw the bones from

unmarked graves

rise up in

dollhouse dancing,

coughing up hell

and haunted ash

for a moment,

then cuddled back down

into the earth,

with sighs like sirens

and their shipwrecked sailors.

Sorry for the misery,

oh to lose my father

left me breathless

with sorrowful feet,

vampire leans and tendencies,

hot candlewicks,

smiling and winking down

on crop circles,

frosts and

humming winter winds

that woke up

the blood,

rushes of nightingale songs,

cthulhu tiptoeing

down corridors,

serpents and their

luscious dripping fangs,

water,

enthralling me,

drifting over and under,

carrying me away

from my weary head.