That vile undulating mass of protoplasmic flesh,
Demiurge of Dah-hoth,
Ancient to the most ancient of times
that reached out into the cosmos threatening to devour all that in the universe,
Only they could rend the abominable mass asunder.
Those three of sleek curved form and motion defying function and reason,
Mother of all of their ilk, born by non but themselves.
The horrid flesh was burned, dissolved, and split into the space between spaces,
That truly nameless of spaces beyond the know of mortals,
The segmented remains left to stew in the swirling mad abyss
Form, purpose, and consciousness in some sense formed over time in the mass,
Those wretched creatures known as Dah-hoth came to be.