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I have whirled with the earth at the dawning,

When the sky was a vaporous flame;

I have seen the dark universe yawning

Where the black planets roll without aim.

Where they roll in their horror

Unheeded,

Without knowledge or lustre

Or name

I was old when the pharaohs first mounted

The jewel-decked throne by the Nile;

I was old in those epochs uncounted

When I, and only I, was vile;

And Man, yet happy

And untainted,

Dwelt in bliss on the far

Arctic isle.

Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,

Past the abyss of night,

I have lived over my lives without number,

I have sounded all things with my sight;

Driven to madness with fright

Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,

And great is the reach of its doom;

Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,

Nor can respite be found in the tomb:

Down the infinite aeons come beating

the wings of unmerciful gloom.

I have haunted the tombs of the ages,

I have flown on the pinions of fear,

Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages

Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:

And in realms where the sun of the desert

consumes what it never can cheer.

I am the nemesis, of all things

The hunter in the dark

Born from the night

I am nemesis

(Based upon a poem by Howard Phillips Lovecraft)