No Outsiders

Who turns Nyarlathotep from His earthly love
Must other lovers be eliminated,
Through plunging lands careened from light
Into the crimson-starred Absu,
He goes by sunken stairs, to kiss
The sweetly lips of Shub-Niggurath
And Lilith in the nether night.

Or else, on mountains noonward-piled,
He climbs the planished walls, beguiled
By wispy, wavering spectres born
Life is the Greater Evil;
Of moon and sun; united in lust, starkly mad
In some delirium strange and glad,
He clasps an ice-limbed oread
Upon the slippery silver horn.