At the center of the Universe,
Is Azathoth, in all his might.
Corpulent mass of swirling,
Chaotic forms and more.

Piping an odd sound,
Which is muted at its bone.
Without melody or rhythm,
A sound lonely through his madness.

Like a Sultan on his throne,
They dance around the dome.
The 12 dancing gods so blind,
Of which Nyarlathotep did depart in his might.

Azathoth, the insane and formless god
The mad mass of Chaos
Piping the world to an end...

Insanity is what he is about!
© The Mad Prophetess