Stick Poem by Avernus Sans Pitie

A whisper on the wind, a tale to be told,
Of mountains, secrets and wisdom bold.
My uncle vanished, into darkness he strayed,
In the the Himalayas, where the Yeti plays.

Cthulhu… Cthulhu… echoing deep,
Silence of the valley where the lost souls creep.
Madness like a river, flows through my veins,
Searching for the truth, dancing with chains.
Only Madness! Madness! Madness!

An immortal priest beckoned, his decadence divine,
With laughter like thunder, he whispered dark lines.
I traveled through the valleys, India to Bhutan,
Chasing shadows, where the lost dream spawns.

Cthulhu… Cthulhu… echoing deep,
Silence of the valley where the lost souls creep.
Madness like a river, flows through my veins,
Searching for the truth, dancing with chains.
Only Madness! Madness! Madness!

Ten years in the snow, with memories like ash,
A tea girl spoke softly, "The map is on my sash."
Mt. Kunlun awaits with a smile that is grim,
Shambhala's a whisper, where the light's grown dim.

Cthulhu… Cthulhu… echoing deep,
The valley where the lost souls creep.
Madness like a river, flows through my veins,
Searching for the truth, I'm dancing with chains.
Only Madness! Madness! Madness!

So here I stand, a shadow in the snow,
On an endless search, the wild winds blow.
In Shambhala, the truth makes its stand,
Bound to madness, I reach out for the Hand.
Madness! Madness! Madness!