Tribute to Lovecraft #2.

Note: Wrote this in two hours on the way to class. There are parts I feel that don't sound right. Too bad we don't have any poetry subjects :(
With the first verse, I used one of Lovecraft's 'Nemesis'' structure as a basis. The tome is a tribute to one of Lovecraft's short stories, although not A Shadow Out of Time.
EDIT: It's Fungi From Yuggoth, I'm sure.

I have been to the flawless clearing,
Where the round pebbles lay without number.
They lay forever harmonic,
silent, still and in slumber.

I have spoken to some pebbles,
their stories farfetched and queer.
They spoke of the ages and in paradoxes, always asking me to stay here.

I stirred their wrath when I declined;
their only visitor leaving.
The secret clearing woke and began to shudder:
all the pebbles were seething.

I lost my footing,
when the ground churned and tripped me.
The pebbles in their anger
held me prisoner and I wanted nought but to flee.

I feared for my life,
when the ground swallowed me whole.
I found myself in a large cavern,
Dim, moist and on the walls grew mold.

The pebbles above were silent, no longer ravenous nor flustered.
I searched the secret caverns,
crawling with all my strength mustered.

It was an age when I finally found it, the pedestal of broken bone.
Upon it was a grimoire, whose forbidden knowledge had me enthralled.

I sat for years reading, without sustenance, sleep or rest.
The tome told of dismal things, of the gods and hidden places.
Time had no meaning, as I scrawled upon empty pages.

I awoke some damnable curses,
When I read from that horrific book.
It trapped me forever reading, on pages without end.
It kept me alive for a time,
taunting every look.

I woke the demons, too, when I tried to close the book.
The devils sat beside me, reciting passages I read before.
Certain to descend into madness, I couldn't help but to keep on reading more.

I read about hidden oceans, mystic peaks and secluded havens first.
Then I found the answer,
To finally rid my dreadful curse.

I had been reading for millennia,
when the answer came to me.
I cried and I screamed when I finished the eldritch recipe.

It required blood, bone, mold and pebbles, all in vicinity.
I wept and I cursed the gods who did this, by being so low.
I didn't think to bring any pebbles down, when I was abducted aeons ago.

So I sat with my sorrows unheard,
memorizing this blasted tome.
My ancient body faded,
my mind finally free to roam.