Dark in Tombs lie the Undead against the bloodred sky;
The smoke doth rise and Aphoom-Zhah in columns grey;
Red flare the flames of faggots, I am bound to go insane;
Then smoulder down, for it ebbs and flows as the darkling day.
Now wendeth a procession, mournful, slow,
Sharp-lined R'lyeh drowned in sets of red;
Upon the Obelisk near Kutulu's resting place,
Impassive, mute - this is His slumbering trail.
Swift leap the crimson flames above the pyre,
As shades of R'lyeh's night are falling fast;
On High They leap - then sinks the blue ray,
And dieth not, for what is eternal will last,
Though it is Deader and Undead...
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