Ichthian dreams welter forth unhealthy,
Drawing the Innsmouth Taint to home.
Cold stars align unblinking in a grim pavotte;
Ten thousand years bear fruit at last.
The slumberer shifts whale-like and fitful;
Signs break forth pox-like upon the earth.
Fishers haul in creaking nets, rejoicing—
No messiah blesses this day’s catch,
Only He who comes before,
High Priest of an ageless sacrament.
As in a great salt-stained unbirthing
The piscine faithful stride unto the sea:
Evolution’s course reversed.
And one foul book gives tidings
Of Great Cthulhu and of drowned R’Lyeh.
Now we shall see that which dogs howl at in the dark.
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I'm currently playing Dark Souls III, and just finished collections by Thomas Ligotti and Robert Bloch, all of which utilize the Cthulhu Mythos in one way or another. Hence, this seemed fitting.
