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R'lyeh Rising
by
John R. Fultz


Dark skies churn and boil above the black sea which leaps and dances,
forming canyons and mountains of angry, boiling water

The ocean is alive and tortured in the spasms of a continental birth

Something is forcing back the titan waves, shedding the depths of darkness,
rising toward the air and the fear-stricken sky

Great towers, monolithic and black,
stained with algae and draped in miles of seaweed
break the surface of the slime-ridden sea

Coral-encrusted domes meet the fouling air,
forbidden moons of a dark alien world
rising beside massive ziggurats and pyramids of black basalt
alive with legions of clinging mollusks and hordes of dying urchins

The structures designed by no mortal hand, indicative of no sane order
or reasonable scale of supporting mass

The black, perverted mockery of a city now stands in blasphemous glory
beneath the averted eyes of the cloud-cloaked sun

In the center
a mountain of geometric impossibility,
green with the verdigris of untold ages beneath confining waves,
naked now to the pale light of the surface world

Pregnant now with impending release of eons-buried doom

The great black doors of the structure open,
and a foul wind sweeps across the world, erasing all goodness and innocence,
drowning the sane atmosphere ‘neath infinite currents of dread and pestilence

From the ever-widening portal emerges a legion of squirming, anxious tentacles,
dripping with the extra-terrene slime of something ancient and
inconceivably evil

The great, godlike octopoid head emerges next,
vast twin orbs the color of stellar voids
staring out at the ripe dimension spread before its bottomless hunger,
a feast laid steaming before the bloated alien king

And from the seas pour forth its billions of scaled and tentacled children
to sweep across hapless continents,
like maggots devouring a fallen, rotting fruit

And the spaces between the stars vomit forth monstrosities which tear the skies,
plummeting downward to join in the horrid orgy of alien appetites

While the serpent-winged god summons forth its eager cosmic brethren,
and the world of men becomes the feeding ground of a new empire

Which will reach beyond the stars

And into doomed worlds undreamt of by mortal minds...


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