Elder

In my sunken city, I lay sleeping
Look upon me, find yourself screaming
City of old, no longer teeming
Yet here I scheme, ever dreaming

In my sunken city, where mad things walk
In their heads, only I ever talk
City of old, rests upon vile chalk
My plans, you will never balk

In my sunken city, I chant the lines
Heed them, my horrid, ghastly signs
City of old, witness to unnumbered crimes
My world, suffering since ancient times

In my sunken city, drowned in a circle of stars
Enter my realm, alien like planet Mars
City of old, filled with eldritch memoirs
And myself, the vile soul of the Elder Gods