away from me,
soggoth,
wretched creature
from beyond
the scope of time;
back,
back,
to the stoney carapace
of aeons olde
dark madness;
for in your
insipid insanity
whispered soft
in the gurgling tones
of r’lyeh;
lie the shadows
of the sleeping beings,
to whom
all is naught
but prey;
the words call,
resonating deeply,
and i fear
there is no hope
but to obey