He sits only with creation in thought,
Listening to shadows moving out of time,
In darkness unbound true evils he sought,
His mind fills with horrors truly sublime,
With his body burden with death left to his fate,
His eldritch works must be finished before it’s too late,

Giving life to tales of old gods and shoggoth,
Stories of cyclopean cities under the sea and earth,
Dark idols and inhuman creatures from Yuggoth,
All this from one man into the world he did give birth,
His tomes filled with tales and depictions so queer,
Bringing humanity new types of unspeakable fear,

As the years went on time reaped what its due,
The stories of madness ceased never to be written again,
All these dark tales heard only by the few,
For the creator of horror death had slain,
He left this world with no fear of consequence,
He left us these words…..

I am Providence