The Case of H.P. Lovecraft

Wait until the sun sets, falling silentand the horizon hides in flick'ring light.With shadowy pen, lurking fear is lenta place haunting the dark, the blackest sight.Tales of grotesque art, a burning eye -there, on your doorstep, a thing? Listen long.Look above to the stars, the Arkham sky,hear the whispers' call - just pray that they're wrong.Unearth courage and shew to the unknownimpressions