The Dunwich Horror

Came into this world of a deformed albino mother An unknown father, referred only to as Yog-Sothoth He becomes a man by ten, animals despise him Locals shun him, fearing the family bizarre He is taught the ways of ritual black magic He seeks the Necronomicon to open a door Finding his families copy damaged be laments Demanding access from the man who thwarts his attempts There are things older than man There are beings we will never understand There is no kindness, no understanding in their eyes They bring only destruction, to watch the human race die And so the desperate mutant seeks to steal the book at last Waiting until the night, breaking in too loudly He draws the attack dogs who attack him without mercy He dies with the book still out of reach And no one remains to guard the abomination growing On the Whateley land, hidden in plain sight It burst from hiding, and destroyed most of Dunwich The unseen horror, massive behemoth, son of a god There are things older than man There are beings we will never understand There is no kindness, no understanding in their eyes They bring only destruction, to watch the human race die