Shub-Niggurath comes
and devours me wholly
and spits me out new.
I am one with her
and now I shall endure all
to serve her blindly.
The three headed Goat
shows me visions of worlds left
for dead by her word.
We will be the children
borne unto a new age of
darkness in the woods.
Copyright 1998 Corey Whitworth
First Appearance: The Innsmouth Archive
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