The Seven Gates of Slumber
|Upon passing through the first gate of slumber:|
||I precariously balanced on crystalline strands|
above a gaping maw of viperous death
and mindlessly shrieked the name of Crom,
the uncaring god.
|Upon passing through the second gate of slumber:|
||I saw the Walker on the Wind|
who pierced my soul with a spear of ice
and pelted me with hailstones
that gouged and tore my flesh.
|Upon passing through the third gate of slumber:|
||The blistering wind from a nameless city|
charred and seared my body
until flesh hung in tatters
and my bones bleached in the sun.
|Upon passing through the fourth gate of slumber:|
||I swam with creatures on the ocean floor|
around cyclopean monoliths of stone
etched with strange and blasphemous glyphs
that boded ill for all mankind.
|Upon passing through the fifth gate of slumber:|
||I plunged into the lightless void|
of time and space, my brain imprisoned
in a cylinder of metal, borne by winged creatures
from beyond the stars.
|Upon passing through the sixth gate of slumber:|
||I walked the ancient streets|
of a strange New England town
where no Christian churches stood
and people never smile at strangers.
|Upon passing through the final gate of slumber:|
||I stood on a newly risen isle of primeval ooze|
where squat, toad-like creatures piped and gibbered
around Lord Cthulhu, causing me to start awake
screaming in my sweat drenched bed.
© 1997 Edward P. Berglund - Edward P. Berglund
"The Seven Gates of Slumber": © 1997 Ron Shiflet. All rights reserved.
Graphics © 1997 Old Arkham Graphics Design. All rights reserved. Email to: Corey T. Whitworth.
Created: August 11, 1997; Updated: August 9, 2004