And amidst the streets of lost R’lyeh

I search for slumbering Cthulhu.

To place upon him, most powerful curses,

So the dead may stay that way.

Down ancient streets, moldering,

Carrying my ancient moldy tome,

I seek the tomb of the ancient one

To keep him from returning.

Down the labyrinthine passages

Amidst shapes and forms most foul;

Massive stones shaped

In unearthly fashion, for the lord

Who here lies. The citadel

Of him who lay, not-dead-but-dreaming,

Looms before.

To there I must go.

Onward upward, with my sorcerer’s lore

Weighing on me body and soul

(The mad man who wrote such a volume

Left little to be discovered)

I reach the mausoleum, guarded

By statues of things most beastly,

Things that make one shudder,

The servants of Dagon.

Past ancient hieroglyphs, to his

Low tomb I walk.

My book at the ready, when

Up rears his fearsome head!

Great Cthulhu! His writhing

Tentacle covered face! Clawed hands and scaly wings

Spread out and darken the tomb

Once more!

Once more darkness envelopes this place…

Once more it consumes all light

Once more…

Forever more…