This popped into my head whilst mowing the lawn over the weekend… No idea why. It’s fairly seasonal tho.
Come cower at the story of a black goat name of Shub
Her thousands of young kept her scrambling for grub
Then one day, well whad’ya think bud?
Down from the sky came a rainin’ of blood.
(End times that is. Hemoglobin, Type ‘O’)
Well the first thing you know, old Shub’s an Elder Thing
Deckin’ out her temples with Lovecraftian ‘bling’
But off in the ocean was where she oughta be,
So she loaded up the kiddies and they moved to R’lyeh
(Sunken isle, that is. Sleeping gods, movin’ stars.)
Now it’s time to say goodbye to Shub and all her kin
They’ll happily devour you, leavin’ just a pile of skin
Don’t look at them directly, it’ll cause insanity
It’s a side-efect of non-euclidian geometry.
(Dark young, that’s what they call ’em now.
Ropy tentacles. Y’all run screamin now, ya hear?)