But every night I see the rubbery things
Black, horned, and slender, with membraneous wings
And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell.
They come in legions on the north wind's swell,
With obscene clutch that titillates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare's well.
-- H.P. Lovecraft, "Night-Gaunts"
Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my naked soul.
It crushes me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the fallen despairing leaves.
In my madness I cry out
while Death's shadow laughs cruelly.
Now alone, my soul falls upon darkened eyes.
This is my salvation!
--Forbidden Cryptkeeper--
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