Eldritch Shadows and Eternal Light (duplicated)

The fog ascends from starless seas. It claws the branches,

bends the trees. In windowless crypts, the cowed ones kneel. They whisper the

words that none must hear. They etch the sign in bleeding stone

to summon what was never known. A formless dread, immense and old. The blackest myth

was ever told. The scholars pour on forbidden scrolls. Their minds unravel, losing hold.

The angels writhe, the cosmos warps. The cultists chant their eldritch chords. Burn back the

night, grip tight the flame. Though madness howls and calls your

name. The Old Ones tear the cosmic veil. Yet God endures,