A/N: So, I'm still alive, and instead of Norse Mythology or Star Wars, I'm writing about the Cthulhu Mythos and Shub-Niggurath who is my favourite Great Old One, both for her similarity to the Christian Satan and because she's a mother of literally thousands, as well as being a formidable deity in her own right. So, I think she deserves this poem.
A Rhyme to Shub-Niggurath
Here is an English translation of an ancient litany, adressed to the Black Goat of the Woods by her cultists:
Divine a mother of demons,
Malicious bringer of life,
Mysterious, primal Shub-Niggurath
From where the sky's black at night.
Ia, Shub-Niggurath!
She of the numerous offspring,
Known in the devil's own form,
Mother to many more Old Ones
Than humans ever were born.
Ia, Shub-Niggurath!
Queen of the forests and darkness
Where terrors lurk yet unsung
No goddess worthier of worship
Than Niggurath-Shub and her young.
Ia, Shub-Niggurath!
