Alan Peschke

From the wells of night to the gulfs of space,
Beyond the sun's wan glim,
On gossamer wings come flying the Fungi
From Yuggoth on the rim.

Lost in the darkened hills where they lurked, I
Heard their voices coarse and grim,
Whisper of space, and time, and stranger things
On Yuggoth on the rim.

In darkling woods, encircled, they gathered,
Chanting an eldritch hymn:
"Ia! Nyarlathotep! who brought strange joy
To Yuggoth on the rim."

In sibilant tones they sang of Shub-
Niggurath's fabulous vim;
Of Yog-Sothoth, who dwells beyond
Even Yuggoth on the rim.

Tomorrow they will take me there
Through spacetime's limpid scrim,
Across vast chasms of empty space
To Yuggoth on the rim.