Beneath darkened skies I walked on the shore
The snapping sea winds caused my eyes to tear
The old coastal town, once thriving before
Had been dying now for many a year

The people of Innsmouth caused me unease
Never caring for strangers in their town
All seemed afflicted with some odd disease
As if curses from God had been cast down

Their big, bulging eyes watched all the time,
I could not walk without feeling their stare
Through ancient windows covered with grime;
All my greetings were answered with a glare

Not wishing to tarry in this damned place
Back to the bus depot I'd make my way
To somewhere in search of a friendly face
Where buildings did not crumble in decay

Down by the docks was a most fearsome sight
Of foul creatures shambling forth from the sea
Fearfully, I hurried into the night
Glad to put this strange place far behind me.

© 1997 Ron Shiflet

First Appearance: Mythos Online #6
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