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He With Whom the Shadows Linger
A prophet of many sunsets
Great Old One of forgotten ages
He who speaks with an ancient tongue
Offerings onto him left wanting
Upon the obelisk of decaying stone
His name in runes beset the stars above
Forsaken constellations not glanced for eons
A tomb of knowledge lost to time and space
Death but a respite for toiling souls
As his presence beckons forth a long night
Calamity and suffering for those encroaching his holy door
The embodiment of shadow welcomes forth a dying sun
"All else lost in translation as the shadows linger"
Great Old One of forgotten ages
He who speaks with an ancient tongue
Offerings onto him left wanting
Upon the obelisk of decaying stone
His name in runes beset the stars above
Forsaken constellations not glanced for eons
A tomb of knowledge lost to time and space
Death but a respite for toiling souls
As his presence beckons forth a long night
Calamity and suffering for those encroaching his holy door
The embodiment of shadow welcomes forth a dying sun
"All else lost in translation as the shadows linger"
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