The Madness From The Sea

In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming!
That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die!

Mr. Francias Thurston inherits papers
And an old bas-relief from his granduncle.
The small sculpture, described by Thurston as
“A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted on a grotesque and scaly
Body with rudimentary wings.

This sculpture was the work of a Henry Wilcox
Based on his “delirious dreams of great Cyclopean
Cities of Titan blocks and sky flung monoliths,
All dripping with green ooze and sinister with latent horror!”

In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming!
That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die!

Found within his granduncles notes are accounts
Of mental illness related to these delirious dreams.
And around the globe maniacs has referred to this
ominous being and are then found dead!

In 1908, the American Archeological Society
Attempts to identify a statuette recovered from
Some kind of voodoo ritual in the New Orleans swamps
And the idol clearly mirrors the Wilcox Bas-relief!

That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die!
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh whah’nagl Fhtagn!

Even though hes learned too much
Thurston needs to know, more
He then discovers an article describing the discovery
Of a derelict ship with one survivor
Who only repeats “The Madness from the Seaaaa!”

Thurston travels to find this man
and discovers that he has died
But has left behind a manuscript
Which describes the fate of the derelict ship!

"He is Gustav Johansen, a norwegian and 2nd mate to the ship "EMMA" of Auckland. The EMMA was delayed and thrown widely south of her course by the storm of March 1st."

On an uncharted island, with a coastline of
Mingled mud, ooze and weedy Cyclopean masonry
The crew disembarks from the weathered “EMMA”
And makes their way towards nothing less than
The nightmare, corpse city of R’lyeh!

The crew fail to comprehend the strange,
Non-Euclidean Geometry of the city.
And due to their ignorance they
Open a monterous, carven portal …

It lumbered, slobberingly into sight and
Gropingly squeezed its gelatinous green
Immensity though the black doorway.
The stars were right again, and what an
Age old cult had failed to do by design,
A band of sailors had done by accident!

After vigintillions of years, great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight.

The crew flees, being devoured one by one
Only Johansen and one crew mate escape.

Once on the ship they flee but with
The monstrosity in pursuit of the vessel!
With one last breath the crew mate screams
“THE MADNESS FROM THE SEA!”
Johansen turns the ship and rams the creatures head! …

It bursts with a slushy nastiness
And the stench of fish
Only to immediately be
Reformed!

"That was all. After that Johansen only brooded over the idol in the cabin and attended to a few matters of food for himself and the laughing maniac by his side. As my uncle went, as poor Johansen went, so I shall go. I know too much and the kvlt still lives."
- H.P. Lovecraft