Nyarlahotep Poem

And at the last from parts unknown there came
The strange dark One to whom the fellahs bowed;
Silent and lean and cryptically proud,
And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame.
Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands,
But leaving, could not tell what they had heard;
While through the nations spread the awestruck word
That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands.
Seen from the sea a noxious birth began;
Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold;
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down the quaking citadels of man,
Then, crushing what he chanced to mould [sic] in play,
The idiot Chaos blew Earth’s dust away

Nyarlahotep Poem

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