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'Twixt shadowed tomes of eldritch verse,
  doth dance the taint of ancient curse.
It names a beast, grotesque and old,
  trapped far beneath the ocean's cold.
From whence it spawned, there is no say,
  yet 'twer I you, I'd bend and pray,
for deep within its watery cage,
  the fiend awakes with sightless rage.

TYPE YOUR MIND (BUT DON'T BE A DICK)