Have you seen the might of cities fallen after night
Or witnessed the burning of Troy in a pregnancy?
I do not live long enough to tell every kind
Of tale there is to tell, so I advise you listen
With your eyes and see with your ears, there is never time
To tell you about the armies of Kexlithilu
His name cannot be pronounced by mortal men alone
Perhaps it takes a chorus of stone to vibrate his-
Oh, no, the beasts of Smaragdine do boast and brag
Of their sheep stuck in their machines, how they do so crack!
The bones make a snack,
Your ancient lighthouse
Will illuminate
These waters for long
Kexlithilu, strong.
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Incoherent Poetry from the Depths
Horror(The painting in the cover is by painter Nicola Samori) Do y'ever just wish to feel the chills of the ethereal down your spine? Have you wondered what life is like outside your material universe? Did you ever posit the idea, that a good bout of uns...
