By Helen-Sophie Krott 

Master of the Unknown Realm,
Grant me your elder knowledge.
My determination won’t underwhelm
And neither will my courage.

I seek wisdom beyond comprehension
That whispers without voice in my head,
I want to await the horrific ascension,
When Cthulhu awakens in his deep sea bed.

How did you find the ancient truth?
Or did it choose you as their speaker?
For mankind alone cannot gather sooth
The Necronomicon holds the final answer.
I stood at the mountains of madness,
I searched under the pyramids,
I fought the beast in the cave,
And I listened to the call of Cthulhu
But still I cannot understand.
My mind is twitching.
Eyes inside my brain.
The waking world fades.
I feel.
The world shivers.
Dead but dreaming.
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.