Flower of Blood, Odilon Redon

XXI. Nyarlathotep

And at the last from inner Egypt came The strange dark One to whom the fellahs bowed; Silent and lean and cryptically proud, And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame. Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands, But leaving, could not tell what they had heard; While through the nations spread the awestruck word That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands.

Soon from the sea a noxious birth began; Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold; The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled Down on the quaking citadels of man. Then, crushing what he chanced to mould in play, The idiot Chaos blew Earth’s dust away.

“Fungi From Yuggoth”

Un collage realizado a partir de diferentes grabados de William Blake, que representa a Nyarlathotep, creado por H. P. Lovecraft

Nothing. The event will tell, 1815, Francisco Goya

Still life with skull of ox 1942