Stole away from chasm, flashed a
Tale of wrath and scale and,
Drew them deep in lore and love
So loth to leave young valor.
Hail strength, Cthulhu!
Hail and flee, then wrap this
Tail, as rub of harpoon's bitter barb
Small thanks for glory, hero's death,
Rest in Valhalla or Elysium, in exchange
For just a moment facing demon's
Fang and rotten breath.