Tentacles reaching through the cosmic night,
Eyes of pure madness, gleaming with dark light.
Reality bends, space-time warps and frays,
In its presence, the cosmos decays.

From Lovecraft's ink, this horror is born,
A being of terror, both ancient and forlorn.
Humanity’s dreams shudder with unseen fear,
As the apocalypse draws ever near.

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