Monument

The ferry passes over many times a day

Curious faces peering deep into the lake

At the strange, distorted form beneath

They whispered and gossiped incessantly

Tongues curling and squirming in putrid mouths

What dark horrors, they would claim were there

Wretched beasts and unfit things to behold

There, at the bottom of the lake, where sat

A throne of majesty older than the knowledge

Of a thousand races and manifestations of life

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