Hark the Herald Shoggoths Sing

Author's note: I have the picture, loaded now, in a window. It looks *big*…
Its red eyes, staring at me…
burning in to me…
are making my brain do strange things…
(well, there's also the fact that I hab a code id by heab)…
(and I've got Too Much Seasonal Music stuck in my brain)…

Hark the herald Shoggoths sing, "Glory to the Deathless King"
   In sunken R'leyh He dreams, when He awakes you'll hear the screams
   Panic all ye nations rise, feel the triumph of the skies
   Scream, as your minds all break, "The Stars are Right, Cthulhu Wakes"
Hark the herald Shoggoths sing, "Glory to the Deathless King"

His worshippers, an elite horde, call Cthulhu "Highest Lord"
   Late in time behold Him come, Greatest of all the Old Ones
   Twisted flesh the Godhead hath, madness follows in His path
   Underwater He doth dwell, He will rise and make Earth Hell
Hark the herald Shoggoths sing, "Glory to the Deathless King"

Hark the star-born King of Death, Hail, the Sun that Extinguisheth
   Death and dark to all He brings, Annihilation in His wings.
   He lets His wild glory fly, so that humanity shall die
   He shall eat the sons of earth, He shall give them a stillbirth.
Hark the herald Shoggoths sing, "Glory to the Deathless King"

OK, so it's a little strained. So is the original, so Bleah.

Robert Wynne ("Doc") is a gentleman rogue and a scholar of truth. He has been, at alternate times, a writer, an editor, a salesman, a teacher, a freelance computer consultant, and a charming vagrant.

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