Akai

[O]utside the ordered universe [is] that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.

The nightingale in her cage,
          the sheep aboard the wagon,
          and tears well up in the eyes
          of sweet little Tomino.
          
          Sing, o nightingale,
          in the vast, misty forest—
          he screams he only misses
          his little sister.
          
          

Not just on some empty whim
          Is flesh pierced with blood-red pins:
          they serve as hellish signposts
          for sweet little Tomino.

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