Out in the mindless void The daemon bore me Past the bright clusters Of dimensioned space Till neither time Nor matter stretched before me But only chaos Without form or place There the vast lord of all In darkness muttered Things he had dreamt But could not understand While near him shapeless Bat-things flopped and fluttered In idiot vortices The ray-streams fanned They danced insanely To the high, thin winning Of a cracked flute Clutched on a monstrous paw Whence flow the aimless waves Whose chance combining Gives each frail cosmos It's eternal law "I am his messenger" The daemon said As in contempt He struck his master's head -Howard Phillips Lovecraft- In the core of the void Chant Thy dreams of blind chaos In the core of the void Faceless God of the Gods