The wind did blow and gibber
across the streams and down the river.
From eldritch tomb they rose
lost souls of cadavers decomposed.
Ocean bound they fled
midnight calling of oceans dread.
From the cyclopean depths it did rise
with malignant flaming eyes.
To feed upon mans lost essence
and then return to times quintessence.
Copyright 1998 Boyd Pearson
First Appearance: The Innsmouth Archive
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