Tonight we unseal the eighth vault in our 31 Nights of Lovecraft with Poetry and the Gods—where dreams summon ancient entities. The modern world hums with forgetful haste, yet beneath its clamor, ancient voices stir. A young woman listens—not to noise, but to rhythm. And in that rhythm, Olympus breathes. Ascend beyond the veil of sleep, where gods speak in verse and memory returns in meter. This is no mortal’s escape—it is a chosen invocation, where poetry becomes portal, and the divine does not descend in thunder, but in song.

ASMR soft-spoken reading of Poetry and the Gods by HP Lovecraft, featuring light rain on a tin roof as background ambiance. Poetry and the Gods was written in 1920 and published in the March 1921 issue of The United Amateur, a small amateur press magazine. At the time, Lovecraft was deeply immersed in the world of amateur journalism, still years away from the cosmic horror that would define his legacy. This story stands apart—less dread, more dream. It reflects Lovecraft’s early fascination with classical mythology and poetic exaltation, written during a period when he saw himself as a guardian of ancient ideals in a rapidly modernizing world.

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In a world dulled by modern haste, Marcia dreams—and the dream answers. Not with symbols, but with voices. Ancient voices. Olympian voices. She awakens not to reality, but to revelation: the gods have returned, and they speak through poetry.

Summoned by verse and chosen by fate, Marcia becomes a vessel for divine resurgence. Zeus, Apollo, and the forgotten pantheon stir once more, seeking minds attuned to rhythm and myth. The poem she reads is no accident—it is a calling. And the gods do not whisper. They declare. This is not a tale of madness or myth—it is a summoning, where the sacred returns through language, and the dreamer becomes the herald of a new age.

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