Weird Tales/Volume 12/Issue 5/The Creatures
8. The Creatures
Vast wings were flapping in the still night air; I saw great shadows cross a gibbous moon; The mandrakes moaned along the black lagoon,And in the sky, there hung a baleful glare.Terror and death seemed stalking everywhere, And still those vast wings beat that sullen tune; Were they strange creatures from Outside that soonWould seize their prey and seek their cosmic lair?
Out of the night, there came a shrill long scream, And through the riven air, there harshly swept The charnel sounds of awful slaughtering.At first I deemed it some mad nightmare-dream, But from the sundered room I never crept— My face was eaten by a red huge Thing.