Lament for Innsmouth
Mar. 21st, 2011 11:09 pmHere I stand beside the sea, and looking
out across the water wonder where they went.
Innsmouth stood here all those years ago,
With its murk and smell of fish and water.
Men would tremble as they passed for fear of
Horrors deep and ancient. Men whispered too
of the blending of blood, and the fearful changing,
Transforming, becoming something other
than human.
Deep Ones, where did you go? After they took
your children, after they burned your town?
Did you merely swim deeper, to the cities
of pale gold at the heart of the ocean?
Abandoning the pale, strange land-dwellers
who spurned your gifts, who could not lay aside
revulsion for the immortal promise
of that golden city, where you swim still?
Or is there another town, another place
far from the civilizations of man
where some forgotten race of humans, more
or less, still hear the songs of Great Dagon
and Mother Hydra?
I pray that such a town might be, somewhere,
For I fear the strange things have all left us.
The Mi-Go have flown onward, on aethric
wings, for we answered only with gunshots
when they offered us wings to fly beyond.
Come back, Mi-Go! I will not fear the buzz
of your voices, or the strangness of your
metal jars. Gladly, would I ride in one
to fly ageless midst the spheres, and understand
what fungus grows in Yuggoth.
Is the human mind really so fragile
it should splinter at the very notion
of something greater than itself? Come back,
O Deep Ones. Your songs are so alien
yet they hold a beauty akin to love.