I decided after much deliberation
that my writer and colleague did not lie
for as he had written about Innsmouth
there would be much dark mystery in that port

I thought I'd travel in his footsteps
take the bus,, that rickety thing
guided by my now tracadodium friend
who just bubbled pointing with his fins

I took my case with empty pads
pads that did plead for the relief of ink
as for me I wanted to know
why this town had a fishy stale stench

What foul deeds did the residents inochulessly conceal
what black magic wavered gold from the cold grey sea
so as we skipped over bumps and fallen twigs
with pen in hand, I would make a dairy of my time in Innsmouth

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris