Ron Shiflet

Past Devil Reef a mist forms where
Unearthly music’s heard.
Strange hybrid creatures frolic there
And speak with soundless word.

A sunken city calls to me;
Each night when I’m asleep
I dream of living ‘neath the sea
With dwellers of the deep.

But I can’t answer, not today,
That voice that ever calls.
Within this madhouse I must stay
Behind confining walls.

But someday soon I’ll find a way
To leave this place of hell.
Then joyously I’ll greet the day--
In R’lyeh I shall dwell!