Learned men at Miskatonic relate
Tales of the Old Ones from other places.
They traverse gates through strange cosmic spaces,
Never caring for humans or their fate.
Older than time, these beings from black space,
They were ancient when the first star was born.
Some would foolishly bring in a new morn
Obliterating our proud earthly race.

A Providence prophet made us aware
With a couplet he gleaned from his dreaming.
Some of us pass through this world without care
But the knowing pass through madly screaming.
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons, even death may die.

Copyright 1998 Ron Shiflet

First Appearance: Nightscapes #6
First Print Appearance: IMELOD #7

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