"The Old Wood"
from Dreams from R'lyeh
By: Wilbur Nathaniel Hoag (1921-1944)
composed from letters found in
Manuscripts Collection of Miskatonic University
Edited by: Lin Carter
Northwards from Arkham up along the coast,
The ancient woods that climb the hills around
Grow oddly thick for such unhealthy ground.
And on the hill-tops, where they grow the most,
All seemed deformed and strangely overgrown
As if their roots, deep down within the earth,
Fed on the rank putrescence of some Birth
Malformed and monstrous, and best left unknown.
Even the grass grows mouldy, and a smell
Hangs in the air as though something was dead,
While bloated fungi spread their stench as well.
I asked my Uncle's servant once. He said,
"Sure, I can tell ye" - would he not had talked!
"- That is the Wood where once the Black Goat walked."
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