In the deep where dark tides creep,
Cthulhu stirs in restless sleep.
Beneath the waves where silence reigns,
In sunken city, bound by chains.
His eyes are closed, yet still they see,
The stars align, his destiny.
The world above in fleeting grace,
But soon will quake in his embrace.
The sea is calm, but whispers low,
Of ancient dread that dreams below.
His slumber thin, a breath, a sigh,
A thousand souls shall rise and die.
The earth will crack, the skies will bleed,
As Cthulhu wakes to mortal need.
A shadow vast, a mind untamed,
His power calls, the world is claimed.
Yet for now, in dark repose,
He waits, he dreams, as madness grows.
The time will come, the stars will shift,
And Cthulhu shall from depths be lift.
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The Royal Octopus 