The last de Dagon

From the wharf that night I saw it crawl onto the stony
And from a crevice in the rocks it pulled a hat and
And in the guise of man it shambled down the boardwalk in the
Primeval rumblings in its

The Last

Its luminescent eyes peer in the tavern by the
Where sailors spend their leave and dance with village
And when the dancers kiss it pounds its fists in angst against the
The lonely last of a long forgotten

The Last- Not quite man, it lives within the
The Last- Final son of some aquatic
The Last- We’ll never understand its wretched
The Last- The life we share the ecstasy it

Its scales- Abhorrent worst of all
Its cries- A tortured mind’s
Its form- Inverse of common
Truest terror of it all- Anthropomorphic

Its people died out long ago, a holocaust we’ll never
Target of extinction, nature’s own
Lusting for our human pleasures, twisted longings beyond
Memories exhuming, painful past consuming