There's a blightening bloom on the meadow
There's a leprous decay on the meadow
The corn's grown all wrong
Since the light'ning stone fell
And I guess Arkham county's dun goin' tah hell.
Oh what a rank, eldritch, morning
Oh what an evil spawned day
I've got a rank, eldritch feeling
My skin is peeling away.
All the cattle are glowin' like phosphor
All the cattle are glowin' like phosphor
Their young are stillborn or they're turning to quorn,
And a new fungal outgrowth is up with the morn!
Oh what a rank, eldritch, morning
Oh what an evil spawned day
I've got a rank, eldritch feeling
Something outre is comin' to stay.
All the earth mutters with their consciousness
All the earth mutters with their consciousness
The trees are all thrashing, tho' no wind is lashing,
And the backs o' my hands dun come out in a rashing!
Oh what a west arkham, morning
Oh what a west arkham, day
I've got a rank, eldritch feeling
'Til all o' mankinds 'cleared away.'
Simon BJ
2 comments:
[Rapturous applause]
You should really do something more... well, lucrative with these, you know.
Well I'm open to suggestions!
And I've started a SHOP.
Simon BJ
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