And the sounds that they project;
Like nothing else on the forest floor
That mans ears can detect.
Strange whistling and warbling
From the earth on which we stand;
How far below, men do not know,
This evil shows its hand!
It occurred just after sundown,
Before the great rains came –
And just as all His minions
Crawled out to praise his name.
I concealed myself in leaves of brown,
And shrieked in silent fear,
For the time when shoggoths lumbered forth
Was evidently here.
They caroused on the foliage,
And fumbled in the dark;
They formed a grotesque army