Spooky Season is upon us, and one of the all-time creepiest writers, H.P Lovecraft, was a nasty racist, sicko anti-semite, and totally xenophibic shithead. And while he’s dead (yay), his sentiments aren’t (boo).
Just as people like to turn the quatrains of Nostradamus into words that fit modern times, I decided to translate a quatrain-structured poem of Lovecraft’s into messages that directly contradict the dead misnathrope’s disgusting worldview.
Who’s the real monster? You are, HOWARD.
Here’s a visual modernization/reinterpetation of his folk-horror poem, THE WOOD, with the original verses included: