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Neither ship nor land

Drifting through the dark

Hellish pitch black mire

All day steadily

Spellbound through the night

Westward till I see

Cyclopean view

Well-shaped monolith

Webbed hands and feet

Wide and flabby lips

Glassy, bulging eyes

Spellbound I remained

Awestruck at this glimpse

I stood speechless there

While mad eerie moon

All night steadily

Cast its deadly rays

Shaping queery sights

Glimpses of a dark

grotesque monolith

Then Suddenly it was there

Fathomless despair

Slid into my view

Rising from the depths

Dagon R'lyeh (Dagon, in R'lyeh)

wgah'nagl fhtagn (waits in his palace)

Dag-on cf'ta-g-n (Dagon, we wait [for thee], we dream [of thee])

Beyond the threshold and yet still alive

A dread dragon awakes once again

Old god inhuman

Rising once more from the depths

Deep in its palace in R'lyeh

waiting to live once again

Dagon awakes now

Rising once more to the surface

'tis at night, when the moon is waning,

that my eyes can see the thing

Vast, dark, and loathsome

Amidst submarine obelisks

I hear a noise at the door, and

realize that they are here

Dark ocean floor is ascending

Dread Dagon and the end are getting nearer.