See the men of Arkham,
Trembling with fright:
Hiding in their hovels
From what passes in the night.
Hiding in their cellars
With the rats that chew and gnaw;
Fearful of an evil,
That they never even saw.
“Is there any body out there”,
They all cowardly implore;
For they’re fairly sure and certain
There is something at the door.
Had they each an ounce of courage
Or a tiny shred of wit,
They would see the night for what it is,
And just be done with it.
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The men of Arkham by Issac Pilgrim