Idol

I tried writing my first poem.

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Through the window, I saw its visage

Grotesque and twisted, like a year-old squash.

Its head peeked the clouds,

and the wings stretched the town.

Leathery and gross, is this mirage.

Its eyes are many, too many to count,

and the mouth made quite a nightmare sound.

Madness this is, for it can not be real,

but fear in air is as true as paints peel.

It rose from the ocean and sunk the bay in waves,

and the swipe of its claw, made the land shake.

It spoke its name, and the name brought fear,

for it was Cthulhu, the Elder of tale.

I thought I was safe, but the knock was near

There, through my door, the Deep Ones are here.

I see those claws, dark and muddy,

Oh God, what have I brought here?!

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