Dagon

I dreamed that whole hideous crawl And yet feel the ooze sucking me down! I am plagued by an act committed at war I will die to end the screaming behind my ears But I would not reach my goal Put out to sea, drifting south I came upon a place of rot Seeming to be land, decaying creatures everywhere I walked for two days Came to the edge of a chasm And across in the bottom stood a giant stone An ancient place of worship And then a vile thing drew up from the water More horrible a sight I’d never seen And all around in the chasm Bulbous eyed creatures gathered in worship I fled that place that night Found a ship, travelled through storms I awoke in a bed on dry land, not knowing how I’d come What I seen How could I process