Saturday, 11 December 2010

Yule Horror by H. P. Lovecraft

Yule Horror
by H. P. Lovecraft

There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un- hallowed and old.

There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sin's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule- altar fungous and white.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the sick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.


  1. It really is a terrible poem isn't?

    Don't give up the day job, Howie.

  2. I'd really love to dance round a Yule-Altar fungous and white, but I'm visiting my aunty on the 25th.

  3. aw, it's not that bad? is it? I can never tell with HPL - my critical faculties usually start to fail with the first "un-hallowed/un-nameable" & by the time he breaks opens the "fungous/leprous/gibbous" box I'm done for!

    this is my favourite seasonal gem from him though...