Star Light, star bright

Will the stars be right tonight?

Right for them to awake once more

Right for them to break down their cell door.

Awake they lie, and yet not so

Dreaming of reality and of Earth

Men's minds they make as playthings.

Doom of Sarnath looming over our heads.

Amoebas are we to them,

Flies that annoy and irritate

Rid the Earth of us, they would

If we but gave them a chance.

Fear them, worship them, dream of them

Write of them, sing of them, read of them.

In the end, our gods will not save us.

The gods of man are feeble and old.

In Dreamlands only they hold sway.

In unknown Kadath in the cold waste,

They make their home, or so it is said.

Unknown Kadath, location unknown

Defended by the Creeping Chaos of entropy

Or perhaps Nyarlathotep

It is impossible to know what anything means.

Our only surety is that the day

the stars are right for them to rise

That day shall be our last.

September 3, 2000