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Back in the cold of 1928 government agents destroyed what I'd found
One night in July it was I who ran for my life
Followed the railway that lead out of town
A narrow escape from early mortality sealed my fate
Haunting what I am now
What once they were ever were what I am now!
The tale I must tell to restore my worn faculties
Centers around a tiara like crown
I saw it first hand in the Newburyport library, I had to learn more of
it's source so went round
And bought me a seat on a bus sternly ill-advised
To travel by day to that crumbling town,
That crumbling, worm-eaten, foul whispered town
A seer of sights and a seeker of history a genealogical researcher bound
Uncovering truth, uncovering fantasy, hidden by fear in this
shadowed old town
This Order of Dagon repulsed and attracted me
to desolate Innsmouth decay all around
A primal and fish-like decay all around
II
Joe Sargent he drove the bus, decrepit not one of us
Head narrow, unwinking eye, peculiar, but no surprise
One dollar, I watched the shore, desolation, the sun was warm
Atlantic, dead stumps and walls
An epidemic named Innsmouth calls
Deserted and deathly still, decay and squalor did make me ill
Church basement, an empty door, a priest of Dagon tiara worn
He shambled under robes a bejeweled sinister form
III
Just happy to be happily off that bus and in a hotel
Checked my bag and left my sadness strolled out on the village square
A dozen slant roof buildings, streetlights small a lonely few
Good thing I'll be gone by nightfall, troubling thoughts of Deja Vu
Found a young trustworthy man, did not like this place at all
Shared his thoughts drew me a map, warned me of the danger spots
Brought me in the rumor mill, found my interest growing still,
he'll tell no more but Zadok will
96 years in this town, he had seen what none go near
Bring him drink to grease his tongue, stranger tales you'll never hear
Took my leave and wandered forth streets alone deserted town
Architecture angles wrong, attic windows shuttered down
Puzzled and disturbing blight, furtive glances, secret rights
Zadok Allan in my sights
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