The Messenger by HP Lovecraft read by Zane C Weber

The MessengerBy H. P. LovecraftThe thing, he said, would come that night at threeFrom the old churchyard on the hill below;But crouching by an oak fire’s wholesome glow,I tried to tell myself it could not be.Surely, I mused, it was a pleasantryDevised by one who did not truly knowThe Elder Sign, bequeathed from long ago,That sets the fumbling forms of darkness free.He had not meant it—no—but still I litAnother lamp as starry Leo climbedOut of the Seekonk, and a steeple chimedThree—and the firelight faded, bit by bit.Then at the door that cautious rattling came—And the mad truth devoured me like a flame!Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphySubscribe to us on ITUNES, STITCHER, SPOTIFY, RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice.Find us on FACEBOOK, TWITTER or INSTAGRAM. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.