Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the deep From the stygian blackness there came not a peep And each squamous and squalid Thing there- I won’t fool you- Dreaded the awakening of great Cthulhu. They shivered and shook in their cold seabed…beds While visions of red carnage danced in their heads And Whateley in his robe, and I in my shackles Had just settled our bones by the fire’s cold crackle When outside the cabin there arose such a wail I crept to the seashore to see who’d been... read more
