Let the crickets dance and chirp
They rise and writhe and squirm
And click and kick
In the depths of the pit
When from the depths I brought that thing
And from the pit I heard them sing
Every maggot, fly and bug
Every spider, every slug
I poured upon these profane grooves
The bitter potion I acquired
And sang a guttural unutterable tune
A chorus of unholy ire
Let the moon bring forth a query
Her hand across the waters sways
And from the bones of the Old Earth
Draws forth something without shape
Nameless, the wolves begin to croon
Ghostly, beneath the beamless moon
Where errant clouds now sit and gather
As the foam begins to lather
Memories of rotting bones
Of gulf above and void below
Of eyes cruel and indifferent
Buried before the age of men
With hooks I heave and spells I weave
The chemicals are all prepared
With ichor thick and bloody ink
I etch the runes and sigils there
Haunted eyes that do not rest
Cicada screams circadian
Longing now to prove myself
To bare my soul and rest at last
To let the hatred of this world
Melt into what was forgot
The lands and seas and cities old
Forbidden worlds beyond the stars
And far below in hidden vales
Where membranous veils draw thin
Is where I will meet madness
And be swallowed up within
For I have gone out fishing
I have caught my prize at last
Pried up from the Stygian deep
A god, a god for us to keep
Nourished by this sacrifice
These beakers, wires and tubes
Bringing the dreamer back to life
To arise from its cocoon
Let the hearts of elder things be happy
The trees may breathe deep soon
The worms and beasts will have their feast
When the new world is consumed
When from the end we cannot run
And to the pit we all return
Let the crickets rejoice and chirp
While we shall writhe and squirm
SQUIRM
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