Croakch-Ords

We see saucers sail over the delta Their formations mock the Earth Affront the firmament Cause the nutria to slumber Their vibrations tremble on an ancient wave & Summon old pterodactyls & the memories of starslime Priests of old knelt in pots of silver honey Laved their brows in green scented jellies Reaped from the sweating Crust The inert poisons & humors of the Earth Sapient all the time Waiting in the veins of the world For those who would cull them & invert them to their true natures A millennial awakening in fire The sound of thunder shrugging Heard worldwide Slow collapse Dust will rule Dark pools gather suns in th