by Zoey Xolton
The eldritch gods of the ever deep stir in the darkness from eternal sleep.
The Void is silent save for a single scream, originating on Earth—a little girl’s dream.
Devourers of worlds from beyond the dark sheet, soon to awaken…a hunger for flesh so sweet.
From the timeless halls of Cthulhu, the Old Ones make their way to the small blue planet within the Milky Way.
Tentacles curl and golden eyes glow, the mortals have no hope—they just do not know.
By wing, tooth, tail, and claw, humanity at last will die…
Death descends, painting a blood-stained sky.