James A. Gruetzmacher
Through vast expanses of forssaken time,
Its blighted squeals of malevolence cry out,
As invisible clouds of cacodemonical laughter,
Form a nefarious cloud of ineffable dread.
I hear it encroaching upon my presence,
Through desolate caverns and hidden sepulchres,
A rampant, omnivorous hunger never ceasing,
Seeking the one who disturbs its ageless sleep.
Soon the Crawler From Beyond,
Will descend upon my being,
Emanating from the air,
A thousand stinging proboscises.
For it is I,
In my sickened dreams of desire,
Unknowingly called upon The Crawler,
From the unfathomable depths of Yeb!
Created: October 28, 2006