Since men is but mortal, did I
The genii of the sea
Since men is but mortal
I shuddered at the black writhing
Of submundane things from the many-volumed smoke
Since men is but mortal, did I
The neophyte, behold at first
The abhorrent and tremendous faces
Of them that obeyed Avyctes
The genii of the sea and earth
Of the stars and the heavens
I cried in horror at the grey foulnesses
Colossal, without form
That crowded malignly
About the drawn circle of seven colors
Threatening unspeakable trespass on us that stood at the center
But use and custom dulled the strangeness, destroyed the fear
And had held speech with the spirits of the sun
But Avyctes thirsted for a darker knowledge
A deeper empery
And into his hands, in the third year of my novitiate
There came the mirror-bright tablet of the lost serpent-people