By: Jason Zapata

As a man in Sana’a I heard their voices
The inhuman dialect flooded my mind
With images of a vast nameless city
Lying in the wastes of Roba El Khaliyeh

I wandered through buildings and spires
Built by a race not of this earth and time
Descending deeper into the city’s depths
Where madness and damnation awaited

Within the fathomless cavern I became
A worshipper of the great devourer
Imbued with the forbidden knowledge of
The unreverberate blackness of the abyss

In forgotten R’lyeh dead Cthulhu sleeps
But my master’s message reaches me still:
That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons even death may die