Iliad of the void
From inside the liquid of the lower void,
Far far into the abysmal ether,
In his ancient dreamless quest,
The Cephalulhu wanders; There hath he been for ages, safe from the fiery infants, unknown might.
From many a wondrous and secret cell,
Far far away in the cold paling darkness,
In their fervor, with a malevolent repose,
Unnumbered evils writhe; There hath they waited, for an unwary travelers, unknown plight.
From a tangled skein of white hot fury,
Far far inside the steamy tarn,
In symbiosis, and red swirling mist,
Flesh is torn asunder; There hath been but a blink in time, in the mind’s eye, unknown night.
