May Ye Not Suffer
May ye not be made to suffer
The Thousand-Thousand horrrors.
May thine Lyte take ye,
Before thine Darkness takes the mind.
May ye never have met
The Horrid Hounds.
May Finvarra's Host
Be, ever, behind.
May the Daione Sidhe
Not touch thy Flesh,
For of such a filth,
Ye may never be clean.
May thine Emptiness
Always be the "theory" of Void.
May R'yeleh always be
A Land in a Tale.
And if ye have not fortune, thus--
Should The Hounds chase thee,
Should ye the Unseelie meet,
Should thine eyes behold the wrongness
Of Cthulhu's Lands--
IF thine luck has failed thee, thusly,
At the very least,
May your end be Merciful and Swift.