I watch in dreams

[wirewraith]

as they writhe and wriggle upstream, tentacles like streamers
at the base of the damn I meet the gaze of an old one
It is the epitome of hatred I see in those flashing yellow cats eye orbs
his spiny slimy multitude of arms promising an embrace of oblivion

Don't go near the water it is your doom
the old ones consume all

It was a frightful tumble towards nightmare