"We were sitting on a dilapidated seventeenth-century tomb in the late afternoon of an autumn day at the old burying ground in Arkham, and speculating about the unnamable. Looking toward the giant willow in the cemetery, whose trunk had nearly engulfed an ancient, illegible slab, I had made a fantastic remark about the spectral and unmentionable nourishment which the colossal roots must be sucking from that hoary, charnel earth . . ."
H.P. Lovecraft
Written in September of 1923
Published in July of 1925 in Weird Tales
Reminds me of a close up look at a spiders web the way it comes at you. I love the surreal and eerie quality it has. I almost feel if I get too close it will grab me. Well done!
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