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'Neath boughs of millennial growth and height
By a black lake, juts a rotting cottage
Fenced by patterns of fungi and herbage
That don't grow out of Nature's will and might
But follow forms of cold, distant starlight
In the hut, the Dweller guards a passage
To a realm of alien sacrilege
Whose gates swing open on Yuletide midnight

As auroras blaze, the lake starts to churn
And roil, as wicked monoliths surface
And the Gods that come when stars are aligned
And Polaris shines with a malign burn
They dance in rites of offending madness
Any who see Them will be struck blind!