BLACK WATERS

Black waters thickened
By leaves and rotting debris;
Pine trees are swaying
Alarmingly like monsters
From some Lovecraftean tale.

An unlit wharf hides
All manner of evil things,
Creatures of the night
Lurk in deep shadowy niches,
Awaiting the unwary.

Dark oceans crashing
On black, barren, lifeless shores,
Under moonless skies
Giving us the feeling of,
A subterranean world.

Dagon's bell ringing
Calling Deep Ones from below;
Monsters of the depths
Summoned by an ancient god,
Dragging people to their doom.

Horror from the deeps
Beasts from some watery world,
Dreamt of by no man
Come visiting the seashore,
Dragging swimmers down below.

THE END
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Philip Roberts, Melbourne, Australia