Sinuous tentacles embrace and applaud
what men never deigned to recognize
while you were awake and walked among us
but cream rises to the top eventually
and the plaintive calls fading in the night
are finally heard
living on in dreams of one sort or another
weird tales and the sideways reality
where elder gods reside
and the thing on the doorstep bobs and weaves…
do your burning eyes glisten
as we bow low in veneration?
homage paid, however long overdue
declared without dissent
and name you master.