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In his house at R'lyeh,
dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.

Some terror in the swishing grass
was added to the sound of the pounding sea.
And I started up crying aloud and disjointedly -
"Tiger! Tiger!"

Some terror drifted in betwixt the folding arms of cryptic night.
Some terror scratched beneath the floorboards of that foetid rented room.

Behold! Star-wind. Madness. Suffering. Great Old One.

Some terror took me in its breast beneath the looming gibbous moon.
Some terror led me to a blackness darker than the sea.

“Now flee!”

"The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as if some immense slippery body
lumbering against it. It shall not find me! That hand! The window!"

They are cutting a window.

Here on this placid isle.
Black seas of infinity.
Cruel is the universe.
Tending to disarray.
Ending in deeper sleep.

When the stars are right...
We will call Him!
We will call Him from His deep dream.

“Hark! He rises…”

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