"She Walks in Shadows" (with apologies to the ghost of Lord Byron)

The title of Lovecraftian fiction anthology She Walks in Shadows made me think of the Byron poem "She Walks in Beauty." While the Indiegogo campaign was running, I wrote a revised version of Lord Byron's poem and received She Walks in Shadows editor Silvia Moreno-Garcia's permission to tweet it line by line.

Perhaps this is what Byron and Lovecraft would have written as a collaboration; more likely it's not, but it was amusing to write. Here it is all in one place, for your amusement as well.

All the good lines are Byron's, of course.

She Walks in Shadows

(with apologies to the ghost of Lord Byron)

She walks in shadows, like the night

   Of cloudy climes and strange-starred skies;

And all that’s best of dark and fright

   Meet in her pen and in her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that eldritch light

   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

 

One shade the more, one ray the less,

   Had half impaired the hue from space

Which waves in every raven tress,

   Or softly swirls within her face;

Where thoughts unknowable express,

   How well their evils interlace.

 

And from that pen, that furrowed brow,

   Her Mythos-laden fiction streams,

With smiles that win, and inks that flow,

   But drive me yet to helpless screams,

Her soul dwells in the dark below,

The house where dead Cthulhu dreams!

 

She Walks in Shadows will be released October 13 from Innsmouth Free Press.