Our narration of HP Lovecraft's timeless poem of an ancient terror relentlessly tracked by an ageless foe. Some see the speaker in the poem as Satan, Nyarlathotep, or another of Lovecraft's elder gods or Great Old Ones. A haunting piece that spans the ages, it is one of Lovecraft's greatest poetic feats and a must read if you've never read his poetry.
Nemesis By HP Lovecraft
Narration: Desertify Urbex
Video: Thinkmaker and Desertify Urbex
Other Video Credits:
Silhouetted Fern Leaves - Videvo.net, Kiril Dobrev
Tatra Mountains Timelapse 1 - Videvo
Rocky Valley in Atlas Mountains - Stand Up for Nature
Edge of the Water - Beachfront
British Countryside Aerial 1 - Videvo
Moon Rising - stockfootage
Red Graveyard - Breaking Barriers
Church Background - Videvo
Graveyard and Tombstone - Videvo
Tracking Underneath Forest Canopy - Videvo.net, Kiril Dobrev
Forest Floor Tilt Up - Videvo
The Milky Way - William Ehrendreich
Northern Lights 2 - subcity
Milky Way Timelapse - mitchp
Earth Pass - William Ehrendreich
Apocalyptic Planet - Mark Schellenberg
Moon Rising - stockfootage
Beautiful Sunrise Timelapse - JureKreft
Moon Over Sea at Night - Videvo
Infected Cells Looping Animated Background - Beachfront
Flying Over Mountain Ridge - Stand Up for Nature
Silent Desert - dabououssama
Flying Over Small Icebergs - Videvo
Big Eye 04 - Videvo
Racehorse Eye Closeup - Videvo
Cat Eye Macro 2 - Beachfront
Hacker Glasses 01 - Videvo
Sunrise TImelapse Over Trees - Beachfront
Nemesis By HP Lovecraft:
Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning,
When the sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark universe yawning,
Where the black planets roll without aim;
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.
I had drifted o’er seas without ending,
Under sinister grey-clouded skies
That the many-fork’d lightning is rending,
That resound with hysterical cries;
With the moans of invisible daemons that out of the green waters rise.
I have plung’d like a deer thro’ the arches
Of the hoary primordial grove,
Where the oaks feel the presence that marches
And stalks on where no spirit dares rove;
And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers thro’ dead branches above.
I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
That rise barren and bleak from the plain,
I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things I care not to gaze on again.
I have scann’d the vast ivy-clad palace,
I have trod its untenanted hall,
Where the moon writhing up from the valleys
Shews the tapestried things on the wall;
Strange figures discordantly woven, which I cannot endure to recall.
I have peer’d from the casement in wonder
At the mouldering meadows around,
At the many-roof’d village laid under
The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
And from rows of white urn-carven marble I listen intently for sound.
I have haunted the tombs of the ages,
I have flown on the pinions of fear
Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages,
Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.
I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted
The jewel-deck’d throne by the Nile;
I was old in those epochs uncounted
When I, and I only, was vile;
And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.
Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
And great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.
Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
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