Shub-Niggurath, black goat with a thousand young,
Did you come to our realm from strange vistas far-flung?
On distant Yaddith did you originate?
And with which of the "Old Ones" did you mate?

Pray tell who's the father of Nug and Yeb?
Was it Hastur or Yig that was caught in your web?
Adored by the Tcho-Tchos, the Druids and Dholes,
Are you seen as a goat or a black cloud that rolls?

So little about you that one really knows,
But gaining more knowledge my unease fast grows.
Are you an Earth Mother, demanding our blood?
And if not received will you drown us with flood?

Black cloud with your tendrils and ugly hoofed feet,
I lie awake nights hoping we never meet.
I've too many questions, so much I don't know
I fear if we meet it's my blood that would flow.© 1997 Ron Shiflet

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