... exceprt from the Book of Eibon, the Liber Ivonis....

across the heavens they flew,

the Migo and their kin,

crafting distant worlds

in an order and precision

reflecting facets of Azathoth

whom they hold in reverence,

when at last one of their number

tempted by her call,

by the screaming song,

fell into the perversion of the

Seneschal of Yog Sothoth,

and in her hands was twisted,

molded into her lover,

her steed,

her slave, whom she would call

in the primal tongue,

the Sothomir