As the time draws near my dreams increase
I see visions of death and madness
Praying somehow that these nightmares cease
My heart becomes filled with a sadness

Cyclopean cities 'neath the sea
Send out thoughts that grow ever stronger
Old gods awaken, soon to be free
Their shackles will not hold much longer

Madhouses fill with sensitive souls
Who sense folly in man's vanity
Still we map out agendas and goals
On a fast track to insanity

As stars align and strange texts are read
Old Ones will return from dark places
Slumbering deeply, they were not dead
It's a faint  hope that man now chases

Look now around you, what is it you see?
Raging chaos and madness prevailing
Unless wise souls halt this dark destiny
Then mankind will perish with their failing.

© 1998 Ron Shiflet

First Appearance: Mythos Online #7

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