An ancient octopus in sunken cave
Ate hollow bread, and prophecies he gave.
For me he said, 'you will be undone,
For I am the inescapable sun,'

His beard aglow, 'in darkness shown and bred,
Some thousand creeping maggots in your head
Dare grace that swollen doorknob of your mind,
Just greet each one,' then hid his face from mine.

"But please! Once more. Such grace on me bestow,
And say again what horrors I will show."
He ate, and spoke, 'the world will wilt and die,
But luck! - the sun's forever rays will fry

Till broken bugs be stone at last,
And turned the world to sand and glass.'