The Mad Arab: The Book of the Dead

The following poem was one which I had written a few years ago after I had read H.P. Lovecraft's, "The Necronomicon." It is merely a fictional story and nothing more! This is the first time I have ever published it. I hope you enjoy!

 The Mad Arab

In days of old, the story is said

of the testimony of Abl-Al Hazzred;

 The Three Seals of MASSHU

he claimed he possessed,

belonged to the prophets

or elder gods of rest

The seals were the symbols

he found brought him fear,

While sleeping one night;

unaware death was near

He saw priests in black robes

raise the seals from the ground;

While chanting, "Zi Azag!"

there was blood all around

These priests fed on death,

such as the souls slain in war

Now these were the likes

of nothing he'd ever seen before;

While running up a mountain

to escape these dark lords,

he fell to the ground;

Priests  still holding their swords

As he turned around

 to face what he'd feared,

Like ghosts in the night, 

the priests disappeared!

All that remained 

in the woods he could find,

were the robes which they wore

and a slim of some kind

He returned to the seals

which he'd found on the stone;

He realized at last

he was finally alone;

For the seals were the keys

which opened doors to the outside,

And once in these realms,

no one could hide

So on his death bed

he confessed what he knew,

of the rituals and summonings

of the dead he did view;

It's called the Necronomicon,

or Book of the Dead;

For it contains the testimony

of the mad man, Hazzred

~ by Lady Caer Morganna