Nextrek
@ 5
1
|
Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctifled temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable |
Commits for Nextrek/WindowsPhone/NextrekBook/H. P. Lovecraft/BookonPhone/Nyarlathotep/Nyarlathotep/Data/Nuovo documento di testo (12).txt
Revision | Author | Commited | Message |
---|---|---|---|
5 | MOliva | Fri 19 Apr, 2013 17:26:06 +0000 | primo caricamento libri win phone 7 |