From sunless cosmoses beyond our own,

Madly and blackly fissioning he comes -

Ycnágnnisssz, foul Lord of realms unknown,

Coeval peer of fearsome Azathoth

Who conjures Chaos with the sound of drums.

Like burrowing worms that subtle glide and slip

He doth from his vast umbrous gulfs traverse

That alien Gate which is the dark star Zoth, 

Whose massiveness so warps the grain of space

That light itself is helpless to escape

Its unrelenting and malefic grip,

And bursts into our star-strewn universe,

Spewing his spawn in fell fecundity.

No mortal eye may gaze upon his face

Nor glimpse his foulness madly fissioning,

Save at the price of sight and sanity.

 

Whisper the name YCNÁGNNISSSZ in fear

And shield thyself with pentacle and ring,

But do not pray to him - lest he should hear.

 

THE END.