They Came From The Sea
On a Sunday the crab people came from the sea
The villagers quickly began to flee
But it did not take the villagers long until they heard the crab people’s song.
As the day quickly turned to night, the crab people began their sacrificial rite.
“Druidic magic” The wise man said.
By the following morning half the village was dead.
Mothers cried as children ran as Yologgarash rose from the sand.
The crab people prayed to show their devotion
And later that night returned to the ocean.
The village was barren, a wasteland of dread
For the time being the crab peoples god was fed.
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