THE THING IN THE MOONLIGHT IAK SAKKAK, TSAT-THOGGAH YOG SOTHOT, NYARLYTHOTEP Reeds sank in black mulch and rotting things A fearful sun ducked behind grey obsolescence Cold stone clawed by loss of sentience crests Torn through inside as the like corpse of L’eng Swallowed into shadows to ascend Emptying my soul, this can’t be how it ends Broken and ruined spilling from its mouth As it speeds me up through to surmount A desolation of infected soil spooling A suffocating void of night for me is drooling Lifelessness builds in oppression Unhinged and gibbering obtenebration The Thing In The Moonlight knows my Christian Name Decrepitude of rusted tracks abate Eldritch blasted heath strewn with hanging cords A streetcar marked by a presence stood agape A cling to life drew me to climb aboard ISHNIGGARAB NYARLYTHOTEP Two of Them stood in human form Luminescent glow from the backward moonlight Scent of damned flesh erupts in blinding roar It dropped on all fours with me in its sight What should have been its face was a tapered cone A geometric blasphemy that froze the spirit Bolting into madness and fear, space is strewn Suspended in this parsec of nightmare glitch The Thing In The Moonlight knows my Christian Name (paraphrased version of the short story fragment by H. P. Lovecraft)
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