A young man asked the way to Innsmouth
For reasons which he cared not to reveal
To questioners at the Arkham depot
Whose unspoken displeasure, they did not conceal.
Begrudgingly, his query answered,
In a short while he was on his way
To the remnants of the haunted town
From which he'd been taken , on his first birthday.
The sea winds blew as black clouds boiled,
Waves crashed upon the rotting piers.
In silence clothing was removed
Revealing changes made by the years.
Then into the turbulent waves,
Whitecaps upon the briny foam.
The young man, like a sea-beast swam
Beyond Devil's Reef, returning home.
Copyright 1997 Ron Shiflet
First Appearance: Mythos Online #2
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