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Bustling energy of trade, fueled by wind and sea By the bay, this town lived and died Hauling stock, beast and trade Commerce of lives, both benign and mine Thousands of souls, the lifeblood of a town Building, crating and shipping Southward rumors of ancient gods, living in ocean deep Too fantastic for the mind, first trickled then rain They said, Cthulhu had walked again Scoffing, things of myths and madness Forgotten legends, and salty sailors' threats But rituals pestered, beneath night and cloak Attentions turned, as they always must From fantastic, back to life and living Until adrift, floating death made fall Rumors resurfaced, cinders to flame Dockyards without workers, migrants leave A strange disease, visited from slave to master From managed flame to fire, the grotesque grew Crying of unexplained pain, watching madness spread Freezing port, travel and even the wind The bay lay like glass, frozen in August's heat Neither wind, nor wave bothered the docks And folk looked now, to the religious for bread Of those, Christians alike Busied with new, task at hand I thought, we might pull through But newcomers mingled, stole members away Slowly churches emptied, in a span of days As even their pantries, emptied and barren I speak now, last fateful night More dark than pitch, as quiet as death A silent fire blew, giving neither heat nor light Beams cracked, charred to ash Before my very eyes, unbelieving and true Foul smoke, oily and slick crept Tendrils spilled out from the hall, I shuttered back Those that it touched, almost gently Fell, shuttering and breaking with plague Gathering my wits, wife and children We fled town, witnessing gathering horrors Mishappen feature is friends, family terrorized our way They had been broken, white eyes seeing naught Flesh drained of color, ashen and sometimes crushed Clawing at faces, a great violence to all near A couple puking sea water, conjoined at the hip Another opened his own gut, searching and chanting Still more hunted, having features more akin to the depths In the morning, as the ocean birthed the sun I could just see, what remains of the town In its unearthly stillness, movement caught my eye A procession of black, marching in step Strangely orderly, a contrast to the night Following a symbol, a banner held high It was then that I knew, remembered from the past Prophecy foretold, elements of evil from lore Stories from grand mere, meant to frighten or more Fallen gods, cast from the stars Slumbering, undead and yet alive Bedded beneath, immortal in the deep Such creatures, nightmares of another race Gathering ours, devouring sleep Now, awake
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
The Governance of Monsters
Bustling energy of trade, fueled by wind and sea By the bay, this town lived and died Hauling stock, beast and trade Commerce of lives, both benign and mine Thousands of souls, the lifeblood of a town Building, crating and shipping Southward rumors of ancient gods, living in ocean deep Too fantastic for the mind, first trickled then rain They said, Cthulhu had walked again Scoffing, things of myths and madness Forgotten legends, and salty sailors' threats But rituals pestered, beneath night and cloak Attentions turned, as they always must From fantastic, back to life and living Until adrift, floating death made fall Rumors resurfaced, cinders to flame Dockyards without workers, migrants leave A strange disease, visited from slave to master From managed flame to fire, the grotesque grew Crying of unexplained pain, watching madness spread Freezing port, travel and even the wind The bay lay like glass, frozen in August's heat Neither wind, nor wave bothered the docks And folk looked now, to the religious for bread Of those, Christians alike Busied with new, task at hand I thought, we might pull through But newcomers mingled, stole members away Slowly churches emptied, in a span of days As even their pantries, emptied and barren I speak now, last fateful night More dark than pitch, as quiet as death A silent fire blew, giving neither heat nor light Beams cracked, charred to ash Before my very eyes, unbelieving and true Foul smoke, oily and slick crept Tendrils spilled out from the hall, I shuttered back Those that it touched, almost gently Fell, shuttering and breaking with plague Gathering my wits, wife and children We fled town, witnessing gathering horrors Mishappen feature is friends, family terrorized our way They had been broken, white eyes seeing naught Flesh drained of color, ashen and sometimes crushed Clawing at faces, a great violence to all near A couple puking sea water, conjoined at the hip Another opened his own gut, searching and chanting Still more hunted, having features more akin to the depths In the morning, as the ocean birthed the sun I could just see, what remains of the town In its unearthly stillness, movement caught my eye A procession of black, marching in step Strangely orderly, a contrast to the night Following a symbol, a banner held high It was then that I knew, remembered from the past Prophecy foretold, elements of evil from lore Stories from grand mere, meant to frighten or more Fallen gods, cast from the stars Slumbering, undead and yet alive Bedded beneath, immortal in the deep Such creatures, nightmares of another race Gathering ours, devouring sleep Now, awake
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Mar 3, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
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