The Old Ones
Oh Henry, Oh Henry
Your nightmares are getting worse
Into the ocean no one will come back
A city of green ooze pouring from nowhere
The protector of The Old Ones is rising
Whispering my child come join me
I'm sorry mother but the voices are calling
Damon Blackery
Sun 10th Mar 2019 18:42
This is a poem based on HP Lovecraft calling of Cthulhu.