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I think their predominant colour was a greyish-green, though they had white bellies. They were mostly shiny and slippery, but the ridges of their backs were scaly. Their forms vaguely suggested the anthropoid, while their heads were the heads of fish, with prodigious bulging eyes that never closed. At the sides of their necks were palpitating gills, and their long paws were webbed.

H. P. Lovecraft, The Shadow over Innsmouth

We got the empire, now as then,
We don't doubt, we don't take reflection,
Lucretia, my direction, dance the ghost with me.

The Sisters of Mercy, Lucretia My Reflection

Sometimes I (The Sister)

With the shadows swirling strong,
Orbiting their boiling ring—
My own sister, heard you not my song?
Swirling grayness dawn may bring,
And anguish in a striding throng.
Clinging feebly to some past dropped thing.

Sometimes I can see you outside pressed against the window pane—
One pallid light that's melting in the pouring shadows of the rain.
I am not one to command and sometimes I will understand.
Sweetest sister shadow-drown'd is whisp'ring of a once-dreamed land.

While the silence sweeps the nest
And the hatchling cries for shame
Where through shadows taints the flowing rest.
Flickering by dancing flame
As through flickers fools may jest.
Shallow stream their grasp with lust to blame.

Sometimes I can feel you inside pressed again, with roaring pain—
One scaly fin that's melting in the streaming of enclosing rain.
I may hint at many thoughts though you will find them hard to understand-
My sister floodgate-flown is clinging to a once-gleaned hand.

Bolting blaze that dawn may bring,
That which parts what's right from wrong
And the vibrance of each every string.
With the will that's yearning strong,
Every sense it out can bring—
Little sister why don't you belong?

Sometimes you will feed the world-light rendr'ring fetters ours in twain—
One blazing song that's bringing shimm'ring all that once was lost again.
You may grasp and you may cling, we'll onwards strive with heart and hand;
A sacred secret, you will find it once you come to understand.

Sometimes I can see you outside pressed against the window pane—
One inside gleam that's blazing in the pouring shadows of the rain.
I am not one to command and someday you might understand.
My own sister, ocean-form'd, is dreaming, once and future hand.

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