There are rather few masters of horror writing out of the many who write horror. HP Lovecraft has achieved fame because his work is of a standard of excellence that few if any can rival. Here we concentrate on his poems that show a different side of his nature at times but allow him to use his macabre tastes to enrich his lines and ideas with the shiver of the night. Born in 1890 in Providence, Rhode Island he was a prodigious youth but a sickly one. Raised mainly by his Grandfather and Aunts at 14 he contemplated suicide on the death of his grandfather and the crushing financial blow that brought to himself and his mother. A set of literary spats in a newspaper brought him attention away from his poetry writings. But until the last decade of his life the works for which we is so well know did not arrive. That last decade, writing again in Providence was prolific but with little income his life downgraded rented house by rented house and in 1936, often malnourished he was diagnosed with cancer and succumbed to it the following year.