It’s said that in Innsmouth, folk disappear,
When not careful of the questions they ask.
Innsmouth is shrouded in rumor and fear,
Learning the truth is an onerous task.
Strangers are greeted with a hostile stare,
When careless enough to enter the place.
I wouldn’t go there, no, not on a dare,
All the townsfolk are repellent of face!

Young feller, I see the doubt in your eyes,
Now it’s as plain as the nose on your face.
You think me daft, well it’s no big surprise,
To heed my warning would be no disgrace.
You think I’m crazy, well do as you wish,
It’s you that soon will be food for the fish!

© 1999 Ron Shiflet

First Appearance: The Netherreal

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