the ocean whispers,
amongst the hill of Ekeberg,
a lost soul grasps last breaths...
I felt the shadow,
my darkness answers,
looked in the corners
of my own...
The wind blew "Gustaf",
chill down my spine,
"Johansen" my mind figured...
Cthulhu chants
I was embracing
before a regular day...
But then it came,
the voice of omen,
a sailors word...
Never born,
character of book,
yet there he is,
with offering for me...
"Take it, take my ring!
And hear the Great Old Ones!!!
Cthulhu has arisen!"
I couldn't say some more...
Just one amazed "Fhtagn!"
