The thing

"Twisted, dread things of the beyond,
Clawing, desecrating in deepest desperation
At wall seperating ignorant world from the void
From fathom and crevice wheras light came to die

This strange, alien calamity beyond sane comprehension

Gifting mad men visions of arcane and unfathomable things
It's vast and terrible shape is ushered into this dimension
Great malcreation shrouded in vast proto-oncogenetic wings

It's insane prophets scurry and whisper
descend into the city where the underthing lies

To wake mad horrors of an age forgotten
From a reality before the sun was born
In deep ocean between evanescent stars
Bathes the weird far thing of infinite scorn

Warmth never giving comfort to this world of abhorrence
The far old ones curse their last wish and prayer
For death or madness to come for them before
The new dawn where their world rests on earth no more

It stirs, trembles returning from uninvaded rest
To consume all things, make nightmare manifest
Foundations of meaningless creation scream and weep
As the great, eldritch thing wakes from dreamless sleep..."

©Feather 8-10-2011